All About You Novels & Stories

he muttered, "I just- yeah." I can't help but laugh. "It's cool," I said, trying my best to be friendly. I had decided right then and there that I really did like him. Maybe I was hoping we could be something more. "So," Andrè said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "So," I said, "Who's she?" "OH!" Andrè said, taking his hands out of his pockets and wrapping his left arm around her shoulders. "This is Abi, Abi Williams. She's my girlfriend."

Alex He slid in all the way and held steady. I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed. My body was not my own to control. It was in the white-knuckled grip of a powerful orgasm that stole away my breath and my ability to think of anything except what was happening between my legs.

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And everything about it felt absolutely right. End of Part One: Runaway Billionaire

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

‘Don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. Lynne swallowed hard. ‘Like ... what?’ “Like ...I can’t describe it, Lynne.’ Suddenly, his tone was harsh and his lips thinned. ‘Just .. . don’t.” Stung, she jerked her hand free. ‘I can’t help my looks,’ she said. “They were caused by the imprinting of a certain genetic code at my conception and were none of my doing. I’m sorry if they bother you. I take it you’re ready to go? I’ll wash my hands and meet you inside.’

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.

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Stated Maxwell tearfully while hugging Gordon “I've missed you too father.” Gordon replied coldly but he did hug his father back. “Father, I would like you to meet Annabelle, she is King Albert’s sister and will be staying with us for some days.” Gordon informed his father without even glancing at Annabelle. Anna was a nice looking girl, 5ft41 tall. Small round dark brown coloured eyes adorn with fake eye lashes, curly golden brown hair, squared face with high cheekbones, thin lips and tan coloured skin.

Rachel wailed. Then she collapsed on the spot, unconscious. Michael cursed us out as he scooped her into his arms and ran to get her into a car. "That car's mine. Get out," Chloe said coldly. She then smashed it without hesitation. Michael, red with fury, clutched Rachel's trembling body and flagged down a cab to send her to the hospital. Joel had lost weight. His face was pale and drawn with dark circles under his eyes. He looked at me. "Anna, don't you think you and Chloe have taken this too far? She's only 23 and you're—"