Romans & histoires Going Crazy

How embarrassing. Rasha ignored Kevin's call, continuing to walk straight ahead. Lately, she has been irritable. In fact, before marrying Kevin, Rasha had often been yelled at and scolded by the people who employed her in the past. But now, Rasha is even more irritable. The possibility that makes her become like that is her pregnancy hormones. Since being pregnant, Rasha has become more irritable. Usually, she would relent or apologize first. Now, let alone apologize, just holding her anger feels very difficult.

"Is this true? Are you really small?" Caleb sprung up, "No!" He faced May, "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing right now?" "What does it look like? Right, you're so dumb." She faces the others, "Everyone, since Caleb here doesn't know what I am talking about, I'll tell you. I am breaking up with his dumb ass." "What?" "I'm breaking up with you. I can't deal with your sick face anymore. You make me wanna throw up." She repeated with more insults.

“Lorenzo,why don’t you go bald?That might make you less attractive to these women and don’t worry,I’ll still love you no matter how you look.” He signed.”C’mon,Fabby.I can’t believe you’re still bothered by what happened…” “Oh Damn.”She let out,interrupting him.”What if you can pull off the bald look?What if you’re still attractive even being bald?” “Stop stressing over that!Now,where would you like to go tomorrow.I have this cool place in mine,people say it’s amazing,we should go…” “And then what?Have all the women drooling over you?”She asked,angrily.

Poppy begged impatiently, her p*ssy bulging and resting in excitement. He inserted it but removed it immediately. "Ricardo!, Stop doing this please, stop playing!" "Are you always this loud in bed?, Well I love loud girls" he smirked and buried his long cock inside her immediately, "Ah yes!" "Ricardo!" "Urrg!" He didn't wait for a second, he started his rough ride which left her screaming throughout. The whole room got hot as she screamed her guts out, crying eventually. "Thought you're a badass, why crying over my d*ck" Ricardo said, slamming deep again.

Solana I was walking so fast now, that too on an unfamiliar path and was not paying attention, so when I tripped over a large tree root and went flying into the air, I shouldn't have been so bothered. But when I landed into a shallow pit, hitting my ankle against a rock, I knew it was over. I was stuck. “Fuck.”

Edna chuckled while throwing her fashion magazine on the table. The second month, the third week, it feels really bored to be at home without any work to do. Since her pregnancy, her life has become increasingly chaotic. Every day the activities are only sleeping, eating, reading, or watching television. If not, she would stay in the back garden, counting the rose petals that looked like a stupid woman. All that monotonous activity almost made her crazy and wanted to explode.

I was terrified, afraid she might break under the pressure. Desperate, I rushed to Mom, wrapping my arms tightly around her as she slowly rose to her feet. "Mom, please... please calm down. Let's just ignore these two. They're garbage. They're not worth it," I begged. "Mom, I'm begging you, don't do anything reckless." My heart raced, my desperation rising like a tide I couldn't hold back. But then, to my shock, Mom let out a bitter laugh. Without warning, she lunged at Denise, grabbing her hair in a vicious grip. Mom's voice was like ice as she snarled, "Denise, if I'm so evil, then let's go to hell together."

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

Suddenly, pink bitch started dancing all over the table, bumping and grinding and vibrating. She pressed some buttons on her phone and the vibration pattern changed each time. The vibrator on the table sound changed with each press. I'm pretty sure there is one setting that made this sex toy do fucking somersaults. “Bitch this thing even moves to music” she said. “There is nothing like my favorite song making me cum”. She was fucking animated hot. “My own music fucks me hard”. Her wet smile sent shivers down my spine. I legit had fucking goose bumps. “What the fuck are you talking about cra cra bitch?”

The crowd chanted. “50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed. “50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles. Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.