A Bad Case Of Stripes Novels & Stories

A human, walking on the same sidewalk as ghouls and vampires, not an ounce of fear in him just to make sure I was safe from all those things that go bump in the night. He talked to Bruno about his kids, helped Ros set up his equipment in the booth, and the more kindness he showed—to everyone or everything—the more I— "Shit," I mumbled. "Fucking shit" Don't fall for clients—the number one rule of Nines and most strip joints across the globe. It never ended well for the strippers, and I'd broken it without even trying. "Veronica…"

“It warranted being repeated.” Lily plopped back onto the bed. Both dress straps were falling off her shoulders, and God help me, I wanted to strip her of that black, short thing. “Lily you should go.” I pleaded this time. We already had a stain for rape when Damien lost his mind and did something stupid and God knows I had mocked him and allow him to pay for his action by letting him go to jail. The last thing I need is another case of rape and this one on me. And for that to happen I really need Lily to leave but I don’t think she understands that.

Elo asked. Maxine looked up at him, she was excited at first, but then she recalled what Sean had said earlier. “I’d love to, but thanks. I’ll have to pass.” “Why? That’s a wasted talent!” Elo whined, stomping his foot in disappointment. “Because I’m a stripper!” She grinned. “I strip. I’m good at stripping. But there’s no way I’d fit in a multi-million company as a Creative Director. Besides, I sketch as a pastime. I have no plans of making a living off it.”

"Do you understand me?" He nodded, knowing that I didn't want him to know about it. "You know what? I have an idea", he snapped his fingers. I rubbed my forehead with my palm, already guessing that this idea of his wouldn't be bright. "Let's go to the club." I knew it. I guessed right. "Let's go to the club and drink this away. Have some fun. Have us entertained with some women", he kept on describing passionately. "Stefano-" "You know what? A better idea - let's go to a strip club!! We can pay to see naked chicks dance their asses off!!", He said excitedly.

My body reacts to his every touch;; Jasmine thought. "Do I have something on my face?" Jasmine asked after a long while. "Why Sweetheart, Why did you become a stripper?" Liam asked. She hates talking about that nights mistake. Isn't it embarrassing that he already saw her stripping like a slut? Gosh!! "I just had to do it!" She said. "The tears, you were crying sweetheart!" Jasmine folded her lips. She couldn't have thought anyone would notice her tears. No one did, not even Ms Amy. But Liam did,, he noticed her tears".

"How bad is it?" Bree and Skye exchanged a look, the kind of look that told me everything I needed to know. It was bad. Really bad. The kind of bad that couldn't be fixed with apologies or explanations. "The video of you falling and your mask coming off has over twelve million views already," Bree said quietly, pulling out her phone with reluctant fingers. "It's trending on T*****r, TikTok, I*******m... everywhere. The headlines are on every blog in the country: 'Mystery Stripper Finally Revealed' and..." She hesitated, her face twisting with guilt, like the words themselves were painful to say.

He had practically lost his marbles after Winifred had hit her. Wayne had never manhandled her like that before, so why would he react that way because of a stripper?

I snorted “it’s not as terrible as you think. It’s nice to sleep under the stars and get dirt in your claws. Hunting is fun too; you should give it a go.” “No thanks” he glanced at me, and chuckled “you can stick to your healthy diet of guts and gore.” “So gross” Stripes mocked “so uncivilised.” I looked to him and rolled my eyes. This was the kid who I had seen tear into fellow Soul Stealers with his teeth just moments ago. His playful sarcasm meant nothing to me, and he knew it. “That baby…” Stripes’ smile faded when he looked down at the one in his lap “I can’t believe I lost it after I got it all the way to the truck…”

The ER doors slammed open with a bang so loud her coffee jumped out of the cup. “Coming in hot!” a paramedic shouted, wheeling in a gurney that looked like it’d barely survived a warzone. Sienna was on her feet instantly. “Vitals?” “BP’s crashing. GSW to the abdomen. Lost a lot of blood before we even got to him. No ID, no name. Wouldn’t talk.” She looked down at the man on the stretcher—and her breath caught. Tattoos snaked across his chest and arms, vivid black ink soaked with blood. He wore the tattered remains of a leather cut, the words Hellborn MC barely visible under the crimson smear. His jaw was clenched, teeth bared in pain, but his eyes—

"Amp, I brought something for him. I passed by the mall yesterday and saw that there was a limited edition polo for kids, I remember Uly loves polo shirts with stripes color." "Agatha," Ley called to her. "Yes?" "Vince loves stripes not my baby. Ulysses likes Eugene, they both love white and gray." "Oh, ah," She didn't know what to say instead she smiled awkwardly. "But he also wears stripes. Go ahead, They will leave later, you might not be able to see them," Ley added. "Ok, I'll go ahead," she said goodbye. I followed my sister's gaze and shook. "You have something to say?" Ley asked,