All Chapters of My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER NINETY-TWO: SHATTERINGNOVA POVResumption is finally here, and while I'm not really looking forward to being in the same class as my bullies and former best friends, I know I had to resume.I gently closed the door to my course advisor's office, paperwork cleared. Now I can fully join my coursemates without any harassment from the lecturers. I've ensured I read ahead for all that was scheduled for the semester, including the classes I missed out on. With this confidence, I walked boldly to the lecture room. There was a lecturer in class, but I was allowed to come in.I brought out my physical notebook as well as the mint chewing gum I use to keep myself company in class.The lecturer droned on about a topic I'd familiarized myself with beforehand, so I didn't bother to really keep track. It was then I noticed the not-so-subtle glares and the gossip whispered from one mouth to another ear. Everyone was looking at me, which was weird because a lecturer was in class and the onl

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: WHAT NEXT?NOVA POVI woke up with a throbbing headache splintering my skull. My eyes closed tightly in pain as the headache intensified and the events that happened came flooding back. I sat up straight immediately, my eyes flew open to see the school nurse beside me.I'm still in school? Double fuck."Hello, Nova. How are you feeling?" She asked in a warm voice, but I could see it in her eyes that she knew. She probably already watched the clip and had judged me like many others. I know. I could see it.I refused to give a response to her question and her fake smile. She can shove it up her ass."Nova...? Can you hear—""Can I go?" I interrupted her, not bothering to pretend."How are you feeling?" She asked after a brief pause."I'm okay." I lied. I'm far from good, far from okay. There is nothing okay about me."The Dean said to drop this letter when you wake up. I'll give you a moment to go through its content." I barely registered her words as my attention w

CHAPTER NINETY-SIX: BIANCA ELENA SONNIE BIANCA POV Yes. I'm a bitch. Not just any bitch. I'm the fucking big bad boss bitch. Fuck Grant Calloway for thinking he had any shot at happiness after my own parents died and all hands pointed to him till date.  Fuck the stupid daughter I had for him if she thinks I cared for anyone aside from my own self.  And fuck Nova Hart, the wretched bitch who's always pissed me off. She had everything I've ever wanted given to her on a platter of gold. She got Grant's attention. Grant who'd switched from love to hate when I was pregnant with that oversized mistake. I'd thought things would get better after our wedding and after we welcomed the girl, but Grant never looked at me or touched me the same way again. And I knew why. My pussy wasn't

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: PANICKING GRANT POV It had been three days since my nymph disappeared. Three fucking days since I'd seen her, heard her voice, touched her, or had her smile one of those perfect smiles at me. If my life was in shambles the last time she got kidnapped, now my life was in ruins. And even more so, I regretted not trusting her gut the last time she told me she felt like something bad was about to happen. I'd brushed her words aside and thought she was paranoid, but once again her instinct had proven to be true. Fuck. I chose not to numb myself by being depressed or drowning myself in alcohol. No. This time I did everything possible. I started where it all fell apart, their apartment. Lena opened the door with that smirk I'd once found endearing. Now it made my blood boil. "Dad." She said it like a challenge, leaning against the

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: ALONE? OR NOT!NOVA / ELIZABETH POV My stomach was already showing and the regulars at the diner had noticed. Case in point— one of the bachelors sitting on a stool, his eyes glued to my bump instead of the menu. I gently dropped the glass of water on the table in front of him to get his eyes off my stomach. Having people focus on my belly instead of my face was weirding me out. I turned to go back to the kitchen when a sharp pain had me bending over and clutching my stomach hard. The pain was unbearable. Like something was eating me from the inside out, twisting my organs into knots. And no matter how much I didn't want this pregnancy at first, I would hate if my child died inside me due to my carelessness. "Elizabeth!" Mabel's voice cut through the haze. "Someone get her a chair!" But before anyone could move, I barely noticed the fact that I w