Goodgirl Novels & Stories

A few I can delete right off the bat because some boys are really unoriginal. I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I'd get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it. RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number. I stare at the message. Why does she want my phone number? I'm starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I'll ask. BoomChick: Are you a female?

I take a seat and she leaves for a minute, returning with two glasses of lemonade. “We know you’re a dancer,” she says. “But, would you be open to choreographing as well?” I nod. “Sure. What style of dance are you looking for?” “I know hip hop is your speciality, and that’s what most of the girls are into, so…” she trails off with a shrug. “Okay. That won’t be a problem,” I tell her. “Do you have any preferences for the song?” She shakes her head. “No, that’s up to you. You and the girls can start next week. You can come in every day after your shift at the diner,”

He circled the car and slid open the passenger door. A pretty lady came out with a graceful step. Her dress was cream, her heels designer and her jewellery expensive. Her long black hair was neatly draped over one shoulder, and she oozed confidence with every step she took. She smiled warmly at Mattias. He smiled again. That was a smile I hadn't seen for a very long time. And they walked to the house together. They got to the door, and Mattias finally looked at me. "Summer. His voice was steady. “This is Nora.” “Nora? Again, I said softly. He gave a nod. My childhood buddy. “She just returned from abroad. Nora held out her hand in a friendly way. Hi Summer. I've heard a lot about you.

“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me. “Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply. “W what are you doing here? How?” I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunc

“Everything ok?” I look at my friend, “I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” Chase smiles at me, “Need a wingman?” I start walking away, “I'm good,” I toss over my shoulder as I move toward her. I’m stopped every couple of steps by girls that want my attention. I smile and gently push them out of my way, but it’s taking me too long and the slow song ends before I can get to the bar where she is doing another shot. She starts walking back out to the dance floor when the DJ announces, “This is for Canyon Ridge’s own Little Badass.” My pack members go crazy, my warriors in particular. I see my girl stop, shake her head and look at the DJ as Who Runs the World by Beyonce starts playing. She

Author's pov : In a room of a five star hotel.. Cathie and Daniel are lying on the couch... panting heavily.. after having sex.. "It was great", Cathie said after calming her breath. "Hmm..", Daniel hummed. Cathie said in her mind, 'Hmm.!? Can't he say something good..? Arrghh!! ' .............. Cathie Adams, a 23 years old young...beautiful girl is obsessed with Daniel Christopher, a young, arrogant, handsome billionaire. Cathie loves photography and she has her own studio too apart from her father's business in which she works as a CEO.

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

My first enemies in nothing less than 24 hours. "You got your locker and keys? " Charlie asked. I dangled the keys in front of her "Got them" From the side of my eyes in the dim lightening of the road I saw someone trying to catch up with us, a slender almost painfully thin girl with a mass of dark brown curls. I imagine a soft wind blowing her off. She smiled wide and waved, "Charlie, whose the new friend? " she asked in a high voice. "Jessica Underwood. Senior, Class 2". She glanced at me "Don't worry Zoe here is harmless, she was the constant butt of the Bad Boys Club "

"I'm Giselle. It's nice to meet you, even though these heifers are too rude to properly introduce anyone." Her laughter rang out in the air, and I was temporarily stunned by the distinct sound of a hyena having taken up near the pool. "I'm Amy." The girl's voice was totally normal, but I hoped like hell that laugh had been created from nerves and wasn't here to stay. Otherwise, Roxie and I were going to have to talk. "Roxie's girlfriend."

"Yo! Winner Percy, you stay over here while your babe would have to join the rest on the other side." She patted his arm, releasing him. "Be careful out on the tracks." He hurriedly told her before going off while she joined the rest. "In three, two, one..." The whistle sounded. The Ferrari kicked off first and soon, both cars disappeared. "Go, Nico!" Rosetta hailed, whooping. So he let her call him Nico? Just nice. "Hi, I'm Stella." the last girl smiled at her, her hand outstretched. She returned the smile, "I'm Luna." and she made to take the offered hand when somebody else took hers.