Ya Dun Goofed Novels & Stories

Neither was I. Julia had always been like that. After scolding me, she always seemed to be trying to be strong. However, I could see the bitter disappointment on her face. I felt guilty. However, I was speechless nor even to throw the seduction joke I used to throw at her. As if, a song 'Lovefool' by The Cardigans accurately described the situation Aisha, Julia, and I right now. 'Love me love me. Say that you love me. Fool me fool me. Go on and fool me ... '

“Bro… that’s nuclear. Like, Chernobyl-level bad. He might actually have a heart attack. Or murder us. Or both.” Shawn just grinned wider. “I’m just saying… it would be legendary.” Then he released her waist with a casual shrug. “And who gives a shit? It’s April Fool’s. You wanted payback, right? Or are you telling me you don’t want to see Dad’s face when he thinks we’re actually screwing?” Ally stared up at him, the mental image sinking in. It sounded really fun to think, and she bit her bottom lip, considering, then gave a small, decisive nod.

"You've messed up my data, and you're gonna fix it." "Huh?"

You foolish mind 😒😒😒 What did I do 😱😱😱 just admit that he made you a fool. It's true. Why are you calling me a fool 😎😎😎 Shut up and get lost 😒😒😡😡 Okay💃💃💃💃 but Hayat didn't do it right. She forgot to remind you that he also called you shortie 😂😂😂 Just get lost before I make you go. Cheater, foolish mind 😡😡😡

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

You should be thanking me. An intense roaring filled my head as the cold and hard truth hit me. It was as if my world was crumbling right before my eyes. I snapped entirely. "You enjoyed playing the role of someone with speech impairment, huh?" I picked up the mop and swung it at Felicia and Aaron. "You sure are generous, Mr. Schumer. You don't seem to mind tangling with an heiress who happens to be an ordinary bottom-feeder's sloppy seconds!" Just as the mop was inches away from Aaron, Felicia shielded him. I couldn't draw the mop back in time, and all I heard was a muffled thud as the mop struck her squarely on the arm.

He scooped low to pick it, but he was too fast, because the second he did, I also moved. My knee hit his chin, making him fall with a grunt; the pathetic fool almost took me to the floor with him. “Shit! You idiot!” I yelled, kicking him off me. he rolled on the concrete round like a leech, clutching his chin, which already sported a red bruise. “Watch yourself next time… you cannot afford the dry cleaning bill for my socks, let alone these cashmere pants by Gucci.”

She wouldn’t be able to say no, since she’s already horny. Although Terry always sounded like a con artist, his plan did work. A little I guess. Me: Fine, I’ll try it, if it doesn’t work, I’ll get a refund. I jerked up to my feet and rubbed my palms together. Time to try this.

My mom hugged me tightly, clearly worried. While I was still trying to figure out what was going on, my dad teased, “The moment your mom got off the plane, she was flooded with the news back home.” I laughed. “It’s fine. It’s all over now.” Mom wiped her tears. “I never thought Zack would turn out to be such a scoundrel.” My phone buzzed. It was a message from Chris. [The troublemakers in the live chat have all been caught. By the way, Zack just boarded a flight to Southeast Asia.]

If the patient was already dead around 1:00 am, why did Nick's autopsy report state that the time of death was between 5:00 am to 6:00 am? Nick was known as a genius forensic pathologist. He was so skilled that he was able to narrow down the exact time of death with only a one-hour margin of error. He had never made a single mistake in his entire career. So, how did such a professional forensic pathologist make such a big mistake?