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Betty Rizzo Grease

My Rich Crazy ex boyfriend

“Anna is mine” Theo barked, “get out of her life for good”. He was staring directly at my boobs, what a man! And did he say Anna is mine? If only he knows how much of his dirty secret I have found out already? I can’t believe I dated a monster. “I don’t belong to you, you are crazy” I yelled. The anger Welled up in my throat forcing me to tighten my grip around Hassan’s wrist. “She’s not even capable of loving anyone else asides me” Theo continued lashing at Hassan totally ignoring me. “Well she loves me” Hassan smirked in his usual composed manner. “Get out of my house Theo , right now!” I said pointing towards the door. “You heard her right, now leave , don’t force me to throw you out” Hassan whispered in a mocking tone. After several years of breaking up, Anna’s crazy ex refused to move on placing himself in her life like he was meant to be there forever . Shortly after Anna fell in love with a successful business man that treated her like a princess , Theo showed up in her life again causing a lot of damages to her love affair. Theo didn’t stop as he resulted to stalking and harassing Anna. Betty Traynor , Theo’s lover joined forces with Anna after Theo dumped her and exposed their sex tapes online. She did everything she could go gain Anna and Hassan’s trust but it took them a while to trust her. After finding out about her ex’s darkest and dirtiest secret , Anna vowed to do everything within her power to bring Theo down because she could not just let him get away with it. But at what expense? Will she be able to stand the pressure that was being put on her life and relationship with Hassan or will she eventually let go of getting justice for herself and for Betty ? Find out in this jaw dropping and eye opening romance story.
Ellathewriter · 15.4K Views

Arcana Machina: hidden class discovered.

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.
Micah_Hailstorm · 34.9K Views

The Unexpected Alpha Mate

My name is Betty. My boyfriend, Simon, is going to be an Alpha—we are very much in love although we are not Fated Mates. However, events took a twisted turn at the night party before Simon's Alpha ceremony. I had been showing off my boyfriend to my best friend Yurika and goading her into getting herself a boyfriend to experience kissing, only for my boyfriend to gather his actual Fated Mate into his arms without hesitation! After, they only had eyes for each other, reducing me to a joke. Running away from the party, I had Emily, my wolf, take me away to my grandmother's home, whose love warmed me. I made an acquaintance with Vincent, the werewolf whom my grandmother recently rescued. He taught me how to protect myself, but just as I was reveling in the delight of gaining power, a phone call telling me that my father had gone missing brought me to my senses. I could hardly believe that the nightmare was our nightmare even as my brother Andy told me about it, but it has definitely been a while since my father contacted me. "Mom needs you, Betty. Come back." However, going back was too cruel for me because it meant watching as my ex-boyfriend publicly displayed his affection for his new girlfriend. Still, I was worried about my father too, so I told my grandmother about it, and she decided to return with me to share the burden. Nonetheless, I returned to find unfamiliar werewolves patrolling the Pack... What was going on? It was only when I reached home that I realized Simon turned out to be a coward, running away and allowing the Pack to be attacked! And my father was missing because of the war Simon had incited! That coward... I'll tear him into pieces if I ever find him! Before I could get my revenge, the Pack's new Alpha began bullying me during training sessions. Did he think he was above me just because he's bigger?! One day, I am going to hand his own butt to him!
JQK · 52.4K Views

egg and I .... winning the heart

1946, Betty McDonald’s whimsical autobiography was as popular as baked beans; now it’s almost completely forgotten, but, tellingly, still in print. Alas, after an hour or two with The Egg & I, it was excruciatingly obvious that Betty McDonald’s book is not a classic. On some weeks, there might be as many as five competing challenges for each nonfiction slot, but rarely as straightforward as this. Literary classics cluster on the north face of Parnassus. For this vertiginous terrain there are different sherpas. Italo Calvino says that a classic is “a book that has never finished what it wants to say”. Ezra Pound identifies “a certain eternal and irresponsible freshness”; TS Eliot, much more astringent, observed in The Sacred Wood that “no modern language can hope to produce a classic, in the sense I have called Virgil a classic”. Alan Bennett wryly notes: “Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.” Among nonfiction classics, the most treacherous category is that creature beloved of publishers – “the contemporary classic”. A second cousin to that notorious impostor is the “instant classic”. Such books will have been judged by slippery criteria: popular and literary critical fashion, a changing marketplace and new technology, bestseller lists and hype. In the past 100 years, a familiar palette of blurbish adjectives has given shape and colour to a moving target: provocative, outrageous, prophetic, groundbreaking, funny, disturbing, revolutionary, moving, inspiring, life-changing, subversive… a portrait of sir walter raleigh wearing a brocaded and beaded doublet The 100 best nonfiction books: No 99 – The History of the World by Walter Raleigh (1614) Read more This list raises another troubling question: is nonfiction “the new fiction”? There are some good writers who will argue that this is so, but I believe that nonfiction (which can sometimes successfully bring together many genres) is not, strictly speaking, a genre of its own. Creatively – yes – using narrative techniques borrowed from fiction, it’s possible to give certain kinds of nonfiction the aura of a distinct new genre. Yet, at the end of the day, “nonfiction” fractures into time-hallowed categories such as philosophy, memoir, history, reportage and poetry (see below), etc. This is particularly true of “nonfiction classics” from the 18th and 19th centuries, titles such as A Treatise of Human Nature by David Hume or On Liberty by JS Mill. By that yardstick, a recent classic will be quite distinct, chiefly because its literary and cultural milieu is so different
Zabi_Khan_1535 · 2K Views

Horror thoughts

Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,
Zoha_meer · 1.6K Views
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