Backroom Casting Couch Michelle Novels & Stories

Our cramped storage room was dim and chilly, lacking heat during the winter months. One midnight, Jacob woke me up, crying, "Mom, I'm hungry." I attempted to sneak to the kitchen for food, but Chloe discovered me and shrieked accusations of theft. With temperatures plummeting to ten degrees below zero, Marcello confined me to the outdoor garden for the entire night. I shivered until my lips turned purple, repeatedly reminding myself to endure just a little longer. Once Jacob recovered, everything would improve. The doctors assured me that a third bone marrow transplant would restore his health completely. Clinging to that hope, I tolerated every indignity and torment. Yet I never anticipated

She should have just made it a night party if she was looking for such an effect. And in the center of the main room, there was a table for ten. I recalled being here last year, for Mia's birthday, where she had almost fallen off the roof due to her drunken state. Typical Mia. But today was much more different. Maybe because it was morning or maybe because it was just a tea party for the ladies. But I was wrong. There, among eight of the women at the table was that bitch. "You look gorgeous." A husky female voice snapped me out of my annoyance.

She bit her lips and ran into the bathroom. "Cute" Jasper smiled before siting on the couch. In Michelle's room,Emma and Michelle was trying out some clothes they just brought online. As usual! Everything is revealing as f**k! "So?" Michelle faced Emma. "So what?" "What do you mean? What do I do next after getting this?" Michelle rolled her eyes. "I have just a perfect plan for you,you'll surely get to f*ck him tonight!" Emma smirked.

Doors to the party events room bust open with a frantic Michelle yelling " Finally! I was going crazy not having anyone to talk to!" " Really Michelle.... You were going crazyyyy! Not having anyone to talk to, in a room full of people!" I say rolling my eyes at her and copying the look off her face! "Shut it Artic! You know what I mean! My family is crazy!"

, Michelle sighed . " Stop acting and come to the point . " , Alex slapped the head of Michelle . " Take your seat ! Waiter bring two cups of double espresso . " , Michelle ordered . " Bro ! I needed you and let me explain you from the start . " , Alex started explaining the whole case . " Are you serious you wanted me to do something that your dad take back the charges of the case . " , MIchelle spit the coffee with utter shock . Alex gave him napkin and said , " Something like that . "

“There’s nothing too good to be true about it, don’t you trust my judgement anymore? I’ve looked into it and it’s fair enough, it’s good business, after a few months I’ll get my interest back,” “But you don’t have this much money Michelle,” “I used my Shares as Collateral what’s business without taking risks ,” she replied, that was enough that I wanted to hear, I cleared my throat immediately and stepped in, immediately I stepped in they stopped talking and changed their conversation, I shook my head with a knowing smile as my heels clicked the tiles sophisticatedly, I could tell mom was checking me out as I took my seat on the dinning opposite her and Michelle. I was putting on a bottled g

"What about you?" I asked, shifting the topic to her. "What has been going on in your life?" Michelle paused, her lips parting as though she was about to speak but then her eyes widened, her gaze shifting just past my shoulder. She dropped the tea cup in her hold back on the table, stuttering. "A-Alessia Hart?" I turned, confused and saw her. Alessia stood behind the couch, perfectly composed like a doll that hadn't been ripped out of its box. She had a smile that looked too perfect and it made me cock a brow.

“I need to find a way to save Franklin first.” “I'm sure he'd be made of hot stuff.” Michelle said and I chuckled. “Your stepfather had my room wiretapped, and somehow he thought I wouldn't find out.” Michelle said with a devious laugh. “And what is made of his supposedly wise decisions now?” I asked. “I sent the signals to the room where those girls in love with each other sleep.” Michelle said, and I could see the smirk on her face although we were far away. “Lisa and Kira?”

Instead, she walked back to the living room, the sound of her footsteps echoing faintly on the polished floor. She dropped onto the couch and picked up the remote. The television flickered to life, filling the silence with music and laughter. Romantic comedies, love dramas, bright worlds full of people who got second chances. Michelle stared at the screen, expression blank. She wasn’t sure why she left it there. Maybe because it was better than silence. Maybe because, deep down, a part of her wanted to remember what it felt like to believe in something soft again. Jason watched her from the doorway for a long time. The woman sitting on that couch wasn’t the cold Luna he’d once imagined. She

The restroom door opened and Michelle walked in, “Lenora, I've been looking everywhere for you, the shareholders are here and what happened to your private restroom?” “I told Remo where I was going, and besides I wasn't gonna go three floors up just to take a piss.” “You should know by now that your bodyguard is the least co-operative.” She sighed. “Tell me about it.” I groaned and turned to meet the dreadful faces of the three women from earlier. “It was nice meeting you.” I smiled and one of them quivered. “N-nice to meet you too, Ma'am.” right before Michelle pulled me out of the restroom with her.