Do you know what I hate the most?
Fake people.
With their fake boobs.
With their fake skin.
With their fake hair.
With their fake teeth.
Especially their fake personality. Why can't they just be themselves?
Oh right, it's because they're fake. B mean word that means female dog.
From the craziest hater, CrazyHater.
I shut the laptop close after publishing it. Putting it away, I lay down on my bed.
"CHLOE!" Oh, come on! Let.me.rest!
I immediately sat back up and stared at my mom with wide eyes when she came rushing inside my room with a wide grin on her face.
"Guess what!?" She asked.
Knowing her, if I won't participate with her Guess What jokes, she would not stop harassing me.
"..........." Tired of waiting, I asked, "So..?"
"GUESS WHAT!?"
Oh. She really wants me to guess.
"You won the lottery?"
She snorted, waving me off, "No."
"You learned how to cook?"
Another snort, "As if."
"You're going to Austria..?"
Snort. "Hopefully."
"Then what!?" I snapped.
"I found the perfect shoes!"
"So?" Realizing what I said, I corrected myself. "I mean, for what?"
"Guess it!"
"I'M TIRED OF GUESSING!" I snapped.
Oops.
"Don't raise your voice on me, young lady." She said in a firm voice.
I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry..."
Going back to the topic, she finally answered me, "We will eat dinner in your uncle Tan's!"
Oh.
"That's good - I guess, have fun!" I cheered. Yay! She can finally leave my room!
Then I'll have the house all to myself! Ooh, maybe a date night with Archie! Or a movie marathon with my other best friend!
Mr. Piggy; aka my favorite stuff toy.
"Of course we'll have fun hun." She waved, on the way to leaving the room.
Wait, what?
"What do you mean we?"
She stopped, turning around and she faced me, "We. Us." She laughed, "Whatever pronoun you know that describes me, your father, and YOUR SELF."
What...? She, he, and me?
NOOOOO!!!!
"I'm busy." I shrugged. Lying through my gritted teeth.
"Oh really?" She rolled her eyes, "With what?"
Sleeping. Rest. Probably eating too.
"Project. A simple yet difficult project."
"In what subject?" She raised a trimmed eyebrow.
"Physics. Yeah, PHYSICS," I shrugged.
"And where are you going to do this?"
"In my room."
"And this project is all about?"
"Dresses."
She smirked, "But I thought it's all about physics?"
Crap. She caught me.
Never give up!
"It's a dress made of physics and geometrics and... stuff," I said everything in one breath then blinked.
She raised an eyebrow, "Physics and geometrics and stuff?"
Blinking rapidly, I chuckled nervously. "Did I say 'Physics and geometrics and stuff'? What I meant to say was-"
"You're coming and that's final." She said with a firm voice. Leaving no opportunity for me to disagree.
"BUT I'M BUSY!"
"Sure." She rolled her eyes before leaving the room.
Crap.
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Patting the frilly skirt, I glared at myself in the mirror. I hate wearing something I'm nottotally fond of just for the sake of it. I hat not being able to say no to myparents. I hate Uncle Tan for actually doing it with his wife and producing thefreaking meanie they call their son!
It's not like I don't like uncle Tan, I just hate his son.
JerkAss Reed Langston.
Uncle Tan or Tan -he wants everyone to call him that- is not in any chance related to me, at least not by blood. He is apparently my dad's best friend, and my mom's.
As much as I hate it, JerkAss and I grew up together.
Yeah, kill me!
"Chloe!!!"
"I'M COMING! Gosh," I picked up my purse before running out of my room.
This is gonna be a long night.
Blackhole.It has been said from books to the news that once you're inside, there's no going back.That you have to just keep on moving forward.It sucks to be stuck inside.But for my situation right now, let's just say that I would love to get stuck in that specific hole.My family and the Langston's were having a lovely, peaceful, and interesting dinner. Old friends meeting up again are one of the best things in life. It was nice and I loved it.Until JerkAss said the unnecessary words that lead us to this situation."Why didn't you tell me!" Mom shrieked across the table, "My daughter is dating her best friend!" I wasn't the one who told her. I mean, why would I? Apparently though, JerkAss here cannot shut his mouth and immediately told his parents about the lie.He told them that we were dating.Yuck.JerkAss smirked, while I just rolled my eyes, "Ma, we were not and will never ever be best of friends.""Of course not! You'll just be together!" Sylvia, his mother, grinned before
I hate it whenever people started judging you just because another person assumed or accused you of something.Bitch.Lord, give me strength on handling this moron.Sincerely yours,Almost Suicidal Person, CrazyHaterPressing enter as sent, I closed my laptop and sighed before jumping back on my bed, face first.I heard a knock on my door, which made me groan loudly. The door opened so I open my eyes, seeing JerkAss enter my room.Why the hell is he in my room? Why is he even inside our house?"Mom! Why is JerkAss inside our house-""Your hubby's here!" Mom called out, "I let him in already, don't use protection!"Right, she and Sylvia want babies.I facepalmed while JerkAss laughed loudly. Only my mother would say that, only her.Really funny, really funny.He finally caught his breath, then he shut the door and said, "Hey Chloe."I glared at him, "JerkAss."His eyes widened, "Is that how you treat your," he coughed, "hubby?"I snarled, "The only hubby I know is chocolate."His eyes
"So son, a little birdy told me you're doing mushy things with Chloe here." Tan smiled at JerkAss before looking at us with an I know look.Did that little birdy happen to be Patrick?"Fatty just told you that, which is, by the way, the worst lie, earlier," JerkAss said before crossing his arms, I mean, his wings."Stop being rude son," Tan scolded, "Besides, you're one to talk." He smirked while pointing JerkAss's chicken suit.JerkAss glared at him.Causing me to laugh loudly,JerkAss glared at me.Causing for Tan to laugh loudly.Sigh. Like father like son.If JerkAss was a cartoon character, his head would literally pop.He grabs something from his chicken pockets, yes there was a hidden pocket in the suit.Then suddenly, I felt something vibrated in my jean pocket. Grabbing my phone, I frowned when I saw a text from the devil itself,"CconviNCceee mnhy daaasd tob lkjrseasve."I believe that means Convince my dad to leave.Wow, he's good in typing messages without looking at it pr
Darkness.Darkness covered my sight, with blue and yellow neon lights flashing around the stadium, yes, stadium.How did a stadium appear under a park? Don't ask me."...Where the hell are we?" I asked in awe.I think I know where the aliens put their captured humans. Or the other way around.Some are grinding to one another, some are making out, some are shouting and some are showing their bills, and the main event, 2 random huge giants are inside a covered ring or something.Like, a boxing ring,And those guys are bloody. Like, bloody bloody. - their looks exaggerate the phrase bloody hell since they're bloody, and the ring looks like hell.Now I know why there was blood in the elevator,We stopped walking, so I look at him when he answered, "Welcome to The Underground."How original."Really? No The death stadium or any scary name that gives you the creeps whenever you heard it?""Why? Isn't The underground scary enough?""It does..." I added, "A little bit."He smiled, "Well, they
Why did I agree to this?Langston AKA JerkAss, plus that giant AKA Sore Loser, over there is equal to Langston's death!Oh crap, what would I tell to his parents? That their stupid, idiot son challenged a man five times his size!?Oh shit!Right now, Langston AKA Langster - his pen name inside the stadium- is currently wearing shorts. Just shorts, which means he's showing his 6 pack.Damn!"Go Langster!" I heard some random people shouted, I guess they were a fan of him. Rumors around here said he quit this sport around a year ago. That's why he was the 'Guest' in their round."What the fuck is he doing?" I turn around and saw Red with a furious look, "Fuck! Tell me he doesn't have a death wish!"I gulped."What ya doing just standing there? Stop him!""Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?"Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!"I gulped deeper.Shit."THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his c
"That.Was.Awesome!" I shouted for the 50th time. Okay, maybe not the 50th, but it has to be somewhere in the line of 40's.I'm not lying, the scene that happened a few moments ago scared the life out of me, but honestly though, that was awesome! Right now, we're outside the Underground, well, above the Underground, and is walking somewhere in the parking lot."Stop it, you're embarrassing me," Langston muttered. I didn't stop though because he was hiding his smile by looking anywhere but me.Adorable. I swear, adorable!"Embarrassing you? Are you sure? I mean," I stopped then look at him, "I'm like the most awesomeness person in here." I snorted, "Are you sure you're not feeling honored? I mean, I'm actually with you." I emphasized every word that I've said.He scoffed, "Yeah right if anyone here should be honored, it would be you because you are with me-"He was suddenly cut off -in a very rude manner, by the way- by an egoistic manly shout, "THERE HE IS!"I turned around and gasped
I've always thought that running away with a boy who wears a chicken suit daily is stupid.Okay, I actually never thought about it before because it seems impossible. I mean, Archie would never wear a chicken suit, my other friends are too snobby to actually wear one, and the only person I know wearing it is my enemy.So, really, the idea of running away with Langston is impossible.But I guess nothing's impossible.My blonde hair covered my sight as we ran for our lives. I feel each drop of sweat that runs down on my forehead and it is the most absolute uncomfortable thing ever. I looked at Langston to see him having his game face on. He's really focused on running right now.While I look like a fat man who just barely finished a marathon, Langston here looks like a damn model attending his own photoshoot.Lucky guy."Where," I panted. "Are," Pant. "We," Pant. "Go-" Pant, "-ing?" Running, or any form of exercise really has never been my forte. I really don't run that often. If I will
"What is that?" I asked out loud as I point a finger above us to connect imaginary lines, star by star.He remains silent.Wow, he could've grunted if he didn't want to talk to me.I turn my head to the right and immediately, my tiny frown was replaced with a little smile when I knew the reason why Langston didn't answer me.Reed Edward freaking Langston is actually sleeping beside me.His hair is scattered fluffily around his head, his eyebrows twitched for a second before returning to its relaxed form, and his mouth was slightly ajar.Aww, he looks adorable!I need to capture this moment, like seriously. But before that...I grabbed my sharpie in my left pocket, silently thanking my lazy lab partner for forcing me to bring the sharpie home. I took the cap off and felt an evil smirk crawl to my face. I drew a fake mustache, and started thickening it, and put a huge, gigantic mole right under his right eye.Perfect.Now, I really do need to capture this moment.Firstly, I can use this
Every story has an ending. As cliche as that sounds, it is the truth. I remembered crying my eyes off when I finished Stephenie Meyers' Twilight Saga because I just honestly love her series. I love Bella and Edward. I do not care if there are millions who disagree with me, but Twilight was one of the book series that had me swooning. I remembered buying different objects that has anything to do with the series. I admit, there were some scenes that got me cringing because it was a little bit too weird, but as a whole, the movie was amazing.My story started when my Lexus got lost. And now, finally, my car -the one who had helped me chase my dreams- has finally been found. I cannot be any more happy. Well, I can. But for the moment, I do not think that anything can top this moment."Where is my car?" I asked out loud while I rush inside the station and straight towards Officer Ramon's desk with Elliot on my trail. I usually do not run, unless if I was running late or if there was an eme
Okay, I've been doing my best to stall writing this particular chapter because I'm not ready -but I'm ready- to end my journey for this series. I'm just being a big sissy, really. Thank you so much for reading this, for all the votes and comments. Love lots Crazeeps ••-••-••-••-••-••~"Did she answer your calls yet?" I asked Elliot, who was busy pouting on my bed. "She still wouldn't." He groans, "It wasn't my fault that the phone connection was choppy.""Choppy?" I asked.He nods. "Choppy."Okay."Riley is probably busy tending her boyfriend's wounds, El." You know, the one you and your brother did. Because of a misunderstanding. Because of you.He sighs while shaking his head, "This is terrible.""Aww." I cooed as I sat down beside him and giving him a hug, "Don't feel too bad, it wasn't totally your fault," it's true! "Verizon should also take the blame."He rests his head on my shoulder, which has to be uncomfortable for him because he's tall. "You're the only one w
"YOU TRAITOR!" Elliot pounces on my brother, obviously forgetting the fact that he's a police officer, and screeches from Riley, my mom, and El's were so loud that it made me go blind.Yes. You read that right."You seem calm," I told Vanchel without my eyes leaving the scene."Yeah," She sheepishly answered, "I've been in Charlie's fights in the Underground." She clears her throat, "This is nothing.""Ah." I nodded because I totally understand. The Underground is an illegal place that is located under the grounds of Denovan where fights happen. It has been there for decades. No joke. It's the same place where both my dad and El's used to fight too.Riley gasps as she tries to pull the men away from her now-husband, "What are you guys doing?! Stop this!"Jay, my twin who can totally handle himself because he actually does work in my parents' assassination company, tries -and fails- to block the hits coming from Charlier and Elliot. My dad and Reed are the ones doing the easy job of bl
The calm before the storm has never felt so tense. I remembered keeping secrets from my parents. I remembered not telling them that I lost my phone back in middle school. Well, that was until I learned that my stupid brother has been hiding it the whole time. He only wanted to see me squirm. Anyway. It was not as tensed as this one.But even back then, I have never liked the waiting game. It gives me small hives because of the stress of being scared. The feeling of knowing that there is a ticking bomb gives me the chills. The suspense is killing me.It has been a week since El called her sister and dropped the bomb on us. Riley and my moronic brother would be arriving any time now. The week was filled with held in rage and anger.The newly wedded couple had no idea that the whole family, both the Langstons and the Emersons, are here in our mansion. The same mansion that was once owned by my great grandparents. Looking at it, if the hulks have decided to kill the groom, then at least J
Rage starts silently. It is like water in a pot. You will let it simmer, then boil, THEN BAM! IT EXPLODES! I honestly hope I would not see an enraged Elliot."Elliot," I told him as we both rush towards his truck. "Babe, calm down."We both left the Chinese restaurant with unfinished food -shame, I know. If my own conscience is not knocking on my guilt enough, then the look of the Chinese man who owns the restaurant did.I mean, ordering burger and fries in a Chinese restaurant probably did enough damage, but leaving with unfinished meal? Oof."I can't believe they got married," He grumbles angrily as he harshly yanks his door open. "She's nineteen! She does not know what she is doing."I immediately climb on the truck and shut the door close. I put on my seatbelt and silently watch him turn the engine on in a hurry. I pursed my lips and placed my hand on his lap to comfort him."They have not even graduated from university yet," Elliot spat the words out of spite. "And now she is tel
"You know what is weird?" I asked my handsome date for this beautiful night as I munch on my juicy and delicious burger, "I have not heard from Jay."El raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "You have not told him that you are back in town?""Well, I guess I assumed that my parents already told him or something," I squinted my eyes and put the burger down. I picked up a fry and dipped it in my special ketchup mixed with mayonnaise sauce. "Should I give him a call?""Wait, so he does not know that you are back in town?"I shook my head no and said, "Nope."Jay is an obnoxious, arrogant, sometimes sweet, and cold-blooded piece of work. Have I mentioned that he is also my twin brother? Yeah, unfortunately, he is.Do not get me wrong, I love him. I mean, it is really just because I grew up with him and all. And to be frank, the only time I probably really liked him was when we were both in my mother's womb because you know, we have not murdered each other for nine months. Then again, maybe
"If you skipped the long butt author's note," Elliot whispers, "It's okay. I still love you.""And me too." Northon smiles alongside his brothers."To summarize the author's note though," I rolled my eyes because let's face it, Kryzel is being a little bit overdramatic, "The author just wants you to know that she appreciates you reading her work."Weston grinned cheekily. "And that she loves you!" "We," Easton flicks his glasses, "We all love you."-••-••-••-••-••-••~Losing something special can make an impact big enough to change a person's life. Sometimes, it takes losing something important to find something you have been unconsciously needing all along.In my case, this sometimes happened not too long ago. And this something? This something is my car. I may have lost my Lexus, but I did find Elliot. And he is something I need. I would have traded a hundred more Lexus to get back in the arms of Elliot Langston. I know I sound cheesy, but it is the absolute truth.Okay. Just to be
THIS IS GONNA BE REALLY SHORT. JUST A QUICK "I'M KIND OF BACK" UPDATE :)I will be writing chapter 15 later, or tomorrow lol. What do you guys prefer? Shorter chapters but daily (or 2) updates? Or Longer chapters but weekly updates? COMMENT HERE!Okay, I LOVE YOU GUYS! THANK YOU!💕💕Enjoy :)-••-••-••-••-••-••~"I can not believe that you have burnt my dollhouse." I murmured angrily while glaring at the three spawns of the devil in front of me. "I do not care who started it, and I do not care who did it -I just do not care."Easton coughs out awkwardly, "But-""No buts." I glared harder, "From now on, you guys are not allowed to enter my room."Northon's eyes widened as Weston whined loudly. "But it was just a dollhouse!""Well, that's true." I sighed while nodding, "Correction then, you are not allowed to go to my house."Both Easton and Northon groaned. However, Weston only sighed out in defeat. "Then, I guess only my brothers can visit you."I pursed my lips tightly and raised a g
So for those who had read this book years ago, you would know that I've only been putting up old works (lol). But do not fret! Chapter 14 was the latest chapter before I took the chapters down, meaning, I will be writing Chapter 15 soon. OMG. I can't wait. New readers! WELCOME!Thank you so much Crazeeps ••-••-••-••-••-••~"HEY LOVEBIRDS!" I pulled away from Elliot and turned around to face West, who ruined the moment by the way. "So happy to see you all patched up after a century and all-""What?" Elliot asked impatiently, obviously annoyed. I giggled silently because I can not blame him. After all, we were in the middle of something.West screamed on top of his lungs, "THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!""WHAT?!" I gasped out in shock and was frozen for a second. I heard Elliot take in a breath sharply before running to where my parents' house is.I felt goosebumps around my body and suddenly felt a little lightheaded. "W-w-what h-ha-happened..." I stammered out, "Why is the ho