Artista Novels & Stories

lizzy replied Arthur laughed loudly that many in the restaurant shifted their focus on them Ok i surrender,you win, Arthur response I have a business proposal for you, you are a model and is easy for you to play the game I want you to distract Steve from doing his work. I was surprised with his business proposal And why we would i do that? lizzy asked Arthur You have many things to gain You may have the best shaped in your industry as a model,but you need money and connection to go far "Yeah is true"why ddi you want me to distract your brother Distraction will make him lose focus of his work as the CEO,i will penetrate him during those period and collect my rightful position back Which is?li

I placed a hand on the small of her back while the other palmed her ass, come to find that she wasn't wearing panties She grabbed my face and stuck out her tongue to lick my lips, enticing me. She pressed her lips on mine and caught my bottom lip between her teeth, I smacked her on the ass and she let go with a yelp. My hand slid up her back to hold her nape steady and pulled her into another kiss, she tasted sweet and salty like the sauce that I made for the pasta and even though I just ate, I was hungry once more for something else, something that'll last longer than any meal.

Afterlife—Hailee Steinfeld Teeth—Five seconds of Summer Won’t Go Down Easy—Jaxson Gamble Gasoline—Halsey Heathens—twenty one pilots Arsonist’s Lullabye—Hozier Hold Me Down—Halsey I like trouble—Jailbreakers Ltd Blinding Lights—The Weekend Take What You Want—Post Malone feat. Ozzy Osborn & Travis Scott All the good girls go to hell—Billie Eilish

It's just strange since we really aren't anything to each other. I won't lie and say, I'm not starting to have feelings, but he's my boss and I can't tell him how I feel. I need to get these feelings out before I lose what little control I have. I fill my paint tray and turn on my music. I'm painting and dancing as I listen to 'Cooler Than Me.' By Mike Posner. I wiggle my hips, as my brush glides around the canvas. This where I love to be. In front of my easel, listening to tunes and zoning out. Letting the paint come together the way it wants.

She gasped. Her breath hitched as her eyes took in the jaggered scar that lined up from his chin and ascended above towards his right eyebrow. It was long, dull and brown. She winced at the thought of the pain he would have faced. “Name, girl?” He yet again asked, irritation embedded in his words. Parting her lips, she croaked out, ” C-Cel.. Celestina.” He hummed in response. "Do you know why you’re here?"

“Hello.” It was a female voice that I did not recognise; I felt my gut twist. “Is Brax there?” “He’s a little busy at the moment,” I heard a snigger under her voice, “Can I take a message.” I heard Brax in the background, “Babe, who is it?”