Bill Cipher Cute Novels & Stories

It’s strange how easily we’ve slipped into it, but also… it feels like coming home. Bill hands Collin a little stuffed elephant, and Collin immediately tries to chew on its ear, his small mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of excitement. We both laugh, and it’s the kind of laughter that feels like it’s healing something deep down. Bill looks over at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his face softer than I’ve ever seen it. “He’s a fan of that one,” Bill says, grinning. “Maybe it’s the ears. Or the lack of judgment when he slobbers all over it.”

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

Misty said. Under the hiss of the of the shower, Emma's thoughts tangled with grief, confusion and disbelief. On the one hand, her heart was still broken by her crashed dream. On the other hand, she was slightly relieved, pleasantly surprised even. She had pictured the powerful man as some old ugly man. But instead, it was the handsome and mysterious Silver Wolf. A man so wealthy yet so young he was still in his late twenties. He wasn't just one of the billionaires in the country. He was the top of the cream. Genius business man and the most sought after bachelor in the city.

My heart took some minor bruising with the thought that I may never attain that type of profound, strong love from this man. I put the portrait back into the dresser and started to close it. But before I closed the drawer completely, something else caught my attention. A bank instrument, a check addressed to Mr. Hugo Benton. I was a little puzzled because I knew money transactions for tuition were never made out to the principal. I pulled the check out of the drawer and looked at it. The check amount on it made my jaw drop into an uncontrollable position. I blinked several times, wondering what agreement they had with Xender to pay this amount of money to Mr. Benton.

`What did you do with my daughter? I groan at this pathetic interaction before reaching into my inner coat pocket. Arthur fliched,throwing his hands up as if to shield his face. i let out a low chuckle. My fingers pushed a small bag onto the table. inside it was a single bullet stained with dry blood. when i pushed it, it rolled across the table stopping right against the edge of a Bible. `that belonged to one of your boys.` i say softly.`he was the most talkative one. he told me everything,arthur. Everything that i plan to tell your sweet Emillia. `

a young lady greeted him. "Saatchi?" he asked. "Oh, I'm not Saatchi," she said. Billie is embarrassed. "Yes, I am Saatchi!" she told him. She pulled a prank on him. "You got me there!" Billie said. He gave her a quick welcome hug. "Do I look different?" she asked. "You look great!" he answered. "I know. I lost my baby fats and my skin cleared up finally!" she said. "Looks good on you," he said.

I open my purse and fish out a hundred dollar bill. -"Buy some food for this little dog, please" I ask, pointing with my finger. -"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles, confused, but doesn't question it, he was probably instructed not to. I hand him the card and enter the building without further ado. Even though I'm warmed by my clothes, I still feel cold and I can't help but think about how the poor dog feels.

Lucien handed him something—an envelope—and disappeared. I watched as Caelum unfolded the note inside. And froze. “What is it?” I asked again, this time louder. He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. And then he handed it to me. One line. Written in blood-red ink. She knows. And below it… a pressed camellia flower. Exactly like the one Mirelle wore in the photo. I looked up at him. But he was already walking away.

I raised my chin proudly. Suddenly Billie took off her shirt. "It's a bit hot, isn't it?" Luckily I have more clothes here”heading to a small walk”in closet he had in his office. His body was well worked out, sweat trickled down his back and at that moment I don't know what things I felt down here, crossing my legs a little. What's happening to me! I tried to look the other way but there was something that made my gaze return to Billie's body, on her back she had a tattoo that covered all her skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked fearsome when it showed its fangs .

He bit my earlobe and that elicited a yelp from me. Fuck he was good. His fingers fell on the buttons of my top and I placed my fingers on his to stop him. "Let me," I said looking at him. He nodded, and I gently and seductively undid the buttons of my top to reveal one of my favorite sexy black brassieres. I was grateful I wore this one by the way.