Barbara X Venti Novels & Stories

Then Marisa helped Clarabelle in clearing the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. Clarabelle left for work afterwards and Marisa washed the dishes before going to get room to prepare for her upcoming visit to Dave's house. Mere thinking about it gave her goosebumps, and she couldn't wait for evening to arrive. * * Ten black vehicles arrived at Brandie Bar, one of the trendiest spots in New York City. Numerous men, all dressed in black, quickly exited the vehicles and made their way toward a sleek black Lamborghini Aventador in the lineup. They promptly opened the rear doors of the Lamborghini, revealing the arrival of Alejandro and Alexandro, who casually had cigarettes perched between th

"Venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, extra banana, extra sprinkles, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, extra ice, extra cinnamon topping, and seven pumps of black caramel sauce." Zoe looked at Sara, who was ordering a colorful drink, with her mouth wide open. She only needed two words to order her drink earlier: warm Americano. The barista behind the counter remained unfazed; she was accustomed to such situations. She even smiled as she handed Sara her vibrant order and Zoe's plain black one.

The bartender-slash-owner is a woman named Barb who looks like she could kick even Ridge’s ass, so creepy dudes don’t last very long in her establishment. The party’s well underway when I arrive. The place is packed to the rafters, dim and smoky. An auto-tuned dubstep song blasts from the sound system over the noise of chatting, laughter, and clinking glasses. I wind my way through the high top tables dotting the middle of the floor and find an empty chair at the long dark wooden bar. Barb sidles up to me, tossing a stained white rag over her shoulder. She’s built like a semi with a cute face, dark hair buzzed short, and shrewd brown eyes that miss nothing. “What’ll it be?”

To her despondency, Hilary left the canteen before her and returned to the office. Likewise, she returned afterward and he did not welcome her. She glared at him but he was unperturbed. Shortly after, the GM returned and walked into his office. On the other hand, Barbara was not at peace. Eating in the cubicle was not conducive and she was unaware of when it would end. She was eating when Richard stopped in the vestibule. Due to her state of mind, she mistook the Aston Martin Vantage as a visitor's car and covered her food quickly.

She glanced at her two fake friends, “I really don’t want the night to end. Let’s go to the club!” ***** The music was so loud that you could feel it right in your chest, and the lights were dim and sensual and pulsating, promising to shield daring people from the judging eyes of others, and Barbara, clad in her sexy red dress, felt like, for once, she just might be one of those people tonight. The girls headed over to the bar of the exclusive Timeless Club, where Barbie ordered drinks for the three of them… shots. She drank hers neat, letting out a loud howl from the spirity rush she felt, and the sound sent Andrea and Belize into a fit of excited chuckles.

As she turns and walks away my eyes lock onto the suggestive sway of her sexy ass cheeks visible under her stretch pants. I check with my manager, get the okay to start my lunch break early and head over to Starbucks. There is a sense of déjà vu when I see Barbara sitting at the same table Cyn and I sat at on our last visit. She's sipping a drink and there's one on the table for me. "I didn't know what you drink so I got you a caramel latte. I hope it's alright," she smiles. "It's fine, thanks," I say, ignoring the drink as I lean across the table. "What's up? Did Cyn have a change of heart?"

No one else. - Tell me there are spoons in your tiny bag, Bárbara Casanova! - You don't need spoons... If I melt, you trim me, remember? She smiled, running into my arms. I liked parties, but ever since I found a family, the celebratory gatherings were always crazy. - Decided to give yourself a new Maserati then? – Sebastian asked, taking my favorite whiskey, which I could only drink one glass, otherwise Barbara would kill me.

I would be a few minutes late, but the teacher would deal. With cup in hand, I swung around and the iced coffee was forcibly pushed into my chest. The lid popped up and white mocha went over the front of my blouse, my neck, and my chin. I looked up at Barbara Razzo, better known as Barbella; she was glaring at me.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

“I’ll have 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake and waffles. For me, I’ll have one Ice Americano, grande.” “I’ll repeat your order, sir. 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake, waffles and one Ice Americano, grande.” “Right.” “That’s $26, sir.” Seungkwan gave his black credit card. “Here it is, sir,” the barista said, giving his card. “We will serve your order at your table.” Seungkwan turned around, but before walking away, he looked back again at the barista and asked something. “Excuse me.”