Barbra Dawson Novels & Stories

When I went for the senator’s birthday party, the last person I expected to see there was Hazel. She was in a form-fitting, sleeveless mini-dress. It is a striking shade of deep red with spaghetti straps. That damn dress showcased her cleavage in ways I didn’t like. One wrong tug and her breasts would spill out. The dress hugged her body closely, accentuating her gorgeous figure. It appeared to be made of a smooth, slightly stretchy fabric buit no matter how hard she tugged, it didn’t increase in length.

Barbara said, “I don't think I can handle this, It's not human” the matron said, “One point five million dollars deal” Barbara said, “Okay, I will try” the matron said, “give me your bank account number, and the matron gave her, and Barbara transferred seven hundred thousand dollars Into the matron's bank account, and she said, please, just tell her that she lost her baby during child delivery” Barbara said, “Leave the rest for me, It Is my job, you know that money does everything” the matron said, and she smiles,

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.

Now, she doesn't leave the house without dousing herself all over with it. “Babe, you’re here, I have been looking for you," she brightly smiles at me as she sits down. “I’m studying.” I say without giving her a glance. “You really don’t have to be going through all this stress for good grades, you can get it with the snap of your fingers, you know.” she says. This isn’t the first time Ainsley has said this to me, I just give her the same response every time. “I don’t need favours from my subordinates.” I growl.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

"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.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

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.