Spitefulness Stories

Lady Hannah is the third child but oldest daughter to the Duke of Westbrook. She was scarred in her face in the same coach accident the old Duke died. She can ride a horse like her brothers. She likes to wear men's breeches and boots. She hates the dresses with all the ruffles and tassels, and she hates the thought of making her debut at the age of one-and-twenty. That is until she starts to notice a certain young man. She had known him for years from afar but never noticed him in this way.

the beginning of freshman year I met him. even if I was the ghetto loud sometimes acted like I was hard kind of girl. he made me become softer and not loud. until he told how he felt then went back and kissed a white girl that I somely hate (lil thot ). Then left her,going to try to talk to me for months. When I finally let him in he's messing with another girl just like the last except not all touchy with her. senior year for him he starts to talk to me again tryna get close...bastard. he always acted like he was unemotional all the time,but I knew he loved me more then than those thots.

His finger tips trailed along his most valuable possession. Fierceness gathered in those dark pools called eyes. "My love, you were mine from the very start." He watched as she inhaled feeling completely flustered. "You're mine, as I am yours, " All Nora wanted to do was get through her last year of High School. She's not exactly normal, dressed in all black with piercing blue eyes, she's the school's joke. No one really took the time to know her. She was used to being forgotten. All it takes was one night for her completely boring life to change.

A bunch of little things about my spiteful self. And positivity. Writings will be written around three am usually. Also, this is sort of a vent-y book, not to mention my "philosophical wonders" about the world. Most of these were written from 2-4 am but will be posted later. Some of these will also be shower thoughts.