Barbra Dawson Novels & Stories

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.

Chapter 73 Arthur’s POV It’s been eleven hours since Damian, Monica, and Adrian were attacked. Mom is still in the clinic with Ainsley and Justin. Damian shrugs and throws the pen he's holding on the table. “This is boring.” He complains. Everyone ignores him. We know him to be trouble, doing his things recklessly. “We should be out there, searching for him. Not sitting here, reading some bunch of fucking boring books and staring at gadgets.” He stated.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

"Jailbird is excellent. Very popular. She'll take good care of you." "When can I see her?" "Give me ten minutes to arrange things." She nodded toward the bar. "Get a drink. Relax. This is supposed to be fun." I ordered whiskey, neat. The bartender didn't ask for my ID, just poured three fingers of amber liquid into a crystal glass. I paid with a fifty and told him to keep it. The whiskey burned going down. I focused on that sensation, using it to anchor myself. Around me, men in cheap suits that were supposed to pass as expensive laughed, drank and watched the dancers.

I'd never seen myself in anything other than an old, skanky bra and a pair of the cheapest Walmart panties and it wasn't horrible to finally have something nice. Well, until Ursula came in with one more set, "Leonardo picked this one out," she said, reminding me that all this was all for his benefit than mine. I sighed and gave her a slight smile. "Are you alright, hun?" she asked. I nodded, "Just a little overwhelmed," I said, "And it doesn't feel great to be treated just like another one of his barbie dolls." She smiled before glancing over her shoulder before stepping in and closing the curtain, "The power is in your hands, girl. He is head over heels for you and you could easily drive hi

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

"I can't possibly forget you, Grandma. You were the one who raised me after everyone left me." "So what brings you back today?" Diana glanced at Barbara. "Is it because you want to introduce your future wife to me?" While Abigail looked down hiding her sadness, Barbara stepped forward. "Hello, Mrs. Johnson. Nice to meet you. I'm Barbara Harris." Diana turned her head slightly then pulled Barbara into a hug. "There's no need to be so stiff. Philip already thinks of me as his grandmother. You should too. Get rid of that formal style." Barbara nodded. "Thank you, Grandma."

JADE I can't pretend that I don't hear the hum of corporate gossip swirling around me in the cafeteria. Coffee and office gossip are my least favorite combination. I poke at my salad, my mind still drifting back to three days ago. I shouldn't care at all, but I can't get the image out of my brain. The way Barbara’s face turned white. It's the same look she wore the first time I caught her with a man who’s even older than Harold Vance. It was the day I learned her darkest secret—that she sleeps with ancient rich men for money.