Be More Chill Book Novels & Stories

I find it more transparent and direct and showcase all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that a particular character may have. I am hoping you would continue to support me throughout the end of this book, rest assured as time goes, a new story of mine will be posted soon here and by that time, who knows, and not to sound overconfident nor boastful, but, I may deliver the story well. Thank you so much, and I love you all! XoXo CatherinePratt

#Newyorktimesbestseller ಥ‿ಥ Chapters soundtrack: Hideaway by Grace vanderwaal (simply love this song♥♥)

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

I’m sprawled in an armchair across from her, a book in hand, though my attention keeps drifting from the pages to her. We talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing effortlessly. There’s a playful undertone to our interactions, a reminder of the chemistry that still sizzles between us. “I swear,” Cheryl says with a grin, “this book has the most ridiculous plot twists. I don’t think the author knows what ‘subtle’ means.” I chuckle, leaning forward. “Oh, come on. You love it. Admit it.” “Maybe,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “But I also love pointing out how absurd it is.”

Chapter 4 I rummaged through my closet searching for something to wear for my dinner date, I needed to leave soon and still hadn’t decided what to wear. Frustrated with myself I grabbed my paisley dress, it was casual and fit nicely, without being too sexy. I grabbed my purse and headed to the restaurant. I had told Beth I wanted to meet up at a Restaurant. I didn’t want him picking me up at the house, it just felt weird to me, this is Brian’s home too. As I pulled up to the restaurant my phone rang, “Hello.”

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

I was about to step into a new chapter in my story and although I was excited for it, I was also scared. I rang the bell and after a few seconds, the door swung open and much to my surprise, Malcolm himself was standing on the other side, looking as yummy as ever, and just like in that conference room, my legs felt like butter and I could barely contain the excitement I felt in the pit of my stomach. “Hello, Cherilyn! Welcome. May we get started?”

She paused, tilting her head. "And you?" "I love the quiet moments right before the city wakes up," Chloe murmured, staring into her mug. "And thrift store books. The ones with notes scribbled in the margins by strangers. I hate small talk, and I absolutely despise the sound of car alarms." They shared small, sudden bursts of laughter as they compared notes on their lives—Thalia’s intense dislike of overly sweet human food versus Chloe’s absolute dependence on sugary iced coffee; Chloe’s fascination with the vastness of the ocean versus Thalia’s deeply rooted preference for the solid, unchanging earth of dense forests.

'' "No, no. That is not what I was about to say.'' But really, Kristoff couldn't explain it. There was something about Chance that truly made him truly intrigued. Maybe just like people said, it's the vibes. And Chance has that positive energy. It made Kristoff feel as if he could tell him all his secrets, all his fears. Everything. Either that, or he was just too infatuated and wanted to take Chance to bed, even though he was being a hard ass about it. Chance checked his cheap white Casio watch, that glowed in the dark which he stole from a small convenient store. He had been talking to Kristoff for forty-five minutes now and they still hadn't started serving the food as yet. ''Do you have

, I decided to be dramatic. "What? oh my God it's even a girl". "Oh so now you're choosing a woman over me, great, I never thought we'd get to this point but okay it's okay", I said and we just laughed about it. Charlie is just ...is just so different now , he is radiating sunshine like he's glowing. I've never seen that overly bubbly, sexy and flirty part of him before. Like he has been actively throwing very direct sexual talks and I'm not saying like in a shy way, I mean dead in my eyes, it takes me by surprise honestly because where did this horny side develop from.