A/b/o Novels & Stories

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” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

When I got home the security cameras were up and running, my parents had been surprisingly fast. I could see the camera recordings on all devices and even on the TV, so I linked them to my computer so I could see all the videos in real time. There was only one camera that interested me the most and that was the one that pointed towards the front door.

He made it difficult to think which was bad, very bad. "I think No Boundaries Bobby would be a better match," I muttered, referring to Quinn and Ace's earlier conversation. "That's so good," Quinn rolled her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a smile. "Bobby?" Ace scoffed, "do I look like Bob the fucking builder?" "You can't fix shit," Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

“There’s no way,” I retorted, “It was over a thousand dollars when you first rang everything out.” Ava grinned at me cheekily, “It’s my shop. Besides, you can’t honestly tell me you’ll be back in three months to use your birthday discount.” “Well, I- I mean, well- th-that is- I” My mouth snapped shut when I felt my words begin to catch in my chest as I became more flustered. Ava smiled kindly, the warmth of her smile made her hazel eyes sparkle.

Alexis's POV The whole universe is working against me leaving New York. I was supposed to leave 2 days ago but guess what all flights in and out of New York were grounded due to a huge storm. I'm with Phoebe and Luke in Phoebe's apartment hanging out. "I can't wait to leave!" Phoebe exclaims smacking Luke's arm as he takes a fry off her plate. "Yeah right, so you can go back to your boring life." Luke says and she smacks him again. They fight every single day but they are also each other's favorite, I don't have any siblings so it's so good to witness.

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.