Barbara X Venti Novels & Stories

Sa paglipas ng mga taon, unti-unti na siyang nasasanay at naging daily routine na ang pagpasok at pananatili sa mga bars. Utang na loob niya sa bar ang narating ngayon. Sa isang high end bar siya nadiskubre ng isang bakla na humahawak ng mga fashion models. Isa iyon sa mga gabing nagbulakbol siya sa klase noong nasa kolehiyo pa at mas piniling alak at sigarilyo ang hawak kaysa sa papel, ballpen at libro.

"Yeah that's cause she's being controlled by Chynna and her brain is confused" "Right their like little puppies" she said laughing "ooh lets go in here" As we walked into Red Bubbly, a store that sold almost everything dealing with summer from bathing suits to pools, I got another text from the mystery person Unknown: meet me at the park in 20 minutes I showed the message to Roxy "this is so weird" "Yeah but are you going to go" "No it could be a psycho for all I know" I said looking at a rack of bikinis

Crown frowns “And Barbara Lang will also be here. You know her right?” says Jordan. Barbara Lang. The most widely-known and popular American model. She has been the face of many inducements of beauty products. Every man I know simps for her and I can't blame them. She's so seductive and voluptuous that she even took the attention of the notorious womanizer and arrogant Jordan Crown himself. Barbara Lang is a big fish swimming in the ocean, and though the notorious Jordan Crown captured her, she chose to slip out of his captive to seek for more pleasures and desires.

Barbara said rolling her eyss. I downed the rest of my drink, setting the glass down with a sharp clink. "You think you know me? That you understand even a fraction of what’s going on in my head?" I took a step closer, my presence making her flinch. "Lauren isn’t like you. She’s not a snake slithering through the cracks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Barbara's expression changed, her hands closing up into a fist by her side. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could talk, her phone rang.

But here among many of the most heavenly beauties ever to grace the city, I feel truly blessed. {There’s the hottie I and my shift buddy like to call Mocha because she’s always buried deep in her headphones and her skin’s the sexy brown color of those RNB singers on MTV. Then there’s Green Tea Frap because her figure’s the incredibly willowy yoga kind, which should be great for bed, my co-barista insists though I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t know a boob from a balloon if he were tested on both. There’s Raspberry, Vanilla, Strawberries and Cream, and then there’s Oriana – Rina – a.k.a. venti triple shot, two pump vanilla, non-fat, extra-hot, light foam, light caramel Caramel Macchiato; the most

someone said. "Mr. Todd went out of his way for you, Mrs. Todd. We'll definitely cooperate! Any profitable venture for the Dalton Group is fair game!" The crowd chimed in, but Vanya remained expressionless. All the flattery was meant for Cliff's ears. Outside the Royal Restaurant, Barbara and Melinda entered. "Here, sit down," Barbara said, choosing a table not far from Cliff. Vanya, hearing Barbara's voice, told Cliff, "I'm going to the restroom. Be right back."

They walked into the bar, and it was packed with people, all of them wearing leather or denim jackets with patches on them. Everyone was staring at them since we were unoccupied women. They sat at the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. Sunny asked for a Long Island iced tea, and Beth asked for the blue stuff. The bartender was female. She was probably in her late thirties. She had a unique sense of style. She had long, straight, platinum blonde hair with a black streak in the front and many cool tattoos. She passed them their drinks as she said, Enjoy, ladies!"

Maria and I then grabbed the two seats at the very end of the bar…the only seats that didn’t face away from the stage. “What can I get for you ladies?” The bartender asked, wiping out a glass with a towel. “I’ll take a glass of white zin, if you have it?” Maria asked. The bar door opened and I turned. Peter and Elena walked in. I nudged Maria, who turned and looked. She raised her eyebrows at me. “And for you, miss?” The bartender asked me. “Moscato please. And any information you have on those two that just walked in.”

"We're going to get hot chocolate at Barb's." Barb's is a small coffee place at the end of the boardwalk. Eli and Elara are already there, warm inside with steam wafting into their faces from their hot mugs. We peer through the window to see what's taking her so long. "Let me go get her," Vivianne says and suddenly I'm out front alone.

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”