Blobla Be Like Me Novels & Stories

Only Phoebe. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Blair is a lovely girl, but she's just not the girl I am in love with. She is like a lesser version of her. Blair is a human, with no knowledge of the supernatural world. As she is a human our bond isn't that strong, and it won't hurt her if I reject her. She is pretty, and has a hot little body, but some aspects of her are just wrong. Her hair isn't long enough; I doubt I could wrap it around my hands enough times to call it satisfying. Her boobs are too big; I prefer a firm handful, and her eyes aren't the mesmerising colour of the ocean. I guess... she's just not Phoebe. I feel possessive over her and cannot stand the thought of another man touchi

Who knows what that crazy might do to me? . . . . . . TBC So I fulfilled my promise. And you guys, do Like and Share please because I don't like using the unlock methods. . Kamara B. Blake Love only my active readers💋💋

Sora "Do I really have to?" I asked in embarrassment as Katty, Porsha and my new assistant Layla nodded in unison. "It's not like you have a horrible body. Extremely smooth and milky, I'm telling you, you'll be the wet dream of every man in the entire world." Katty said as she stared into space like she was seeing it. "Amen girlfriend! If I was into little kids, I might as well start now." Porsha's high pitched voice hit me as I giggled.

“Or it could be terrible, and painful. It could suck so bad, and i don’t want to be the cause of it” “It could make this mark go away. It could take away a huge part of myself that I hate. I haven’t been able to eat properly since this mark. Please, Ax. I want to try” tears fill my eyes, and I try to blink them away, but it doesn’t work.

“Actually, Blaze... I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant.” Blaze turned to look at me, confused. “What? But, we were just talking about trying something nice...” I shifted a little in my seat, a playful grin forming on my face. “I know, but I’ve been craving something different,” I said. “I want street food.” Blaze raised an eyebrow, looking at me like I had just spoken another language. “Street food?” he repeated, his tone skeptical. “You want to go from a fancy dinner to... street food?”

"Please stop all these romantic things, because I will now really cry, and I don't want to look like an inflated frog all the time, puffy and jammy. " "You don't look like that at all." "Blake is quiet, you are not objective. I may not look like that to you, but I do feel that way. You would also come dirty, shaggy, and smeared with makeup, He said I was beautiful, so shut up. "

He was already boiling inside of him. Four of them were now sitting and eating their food in a way that seemed a bit sorrowful. Matthew Clay and Zion Murphy remained quiet throughout the meal. The silence was only broken at intervals when Chris would ask Jason if his back hurts or if he should help him get more water and food from the counter. Chris did not care if Jason found it annoying, he just wanted to make sure his friend was fine.

“A- And whatever other words there are to describe a lovable person with a big heart...” “Sure.” Armani laughs. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself, sis.” “Liv?” Leona asks, looking at the woman who hums. “Am I loveable?” Blaze scoffs a laugh, cutting in before his wife could answer. “Don’t ask her.” “Why not? She’s everything I just described.” Leona says. “Exactly.” Blaze nods. “So, shouldn’t that make her the perfect person to ask?” Leona asks dumbly, furrowing her brows in question. “The one who fits the description best- AKA, the one I’m most like?”

Blake suggested, desiring a more private setting. "Of course, let's go. I'll take your luggage," Liam replied, always ready to assist. Once in the car, he prompted, "What did you want to talk about?" Blake, wrestling with her thoughts, asked, "Liam, we're friends, right? You won't turn into someone like Cecilia, would you?" Liam looked surprised at first, then offered a gentle smile. He said, "Blake, I'll never harm you. I made a promise to myself. Do you really think I could become like that?"

It’s the freedom, the chaos, the feeling of being me for once, not the screwed up personal assistant to Fabian freaking Stone. Except, of course, my brain is a traitor, and his face, those sharp green eyes, that stupidly perfect jaw—keeps crashing into my thoughts like a wrecking ball. “Livvy, you’re zoning out!” Blair yelled, shoving another shot in my hand. Her hair swinging as she danced, her grin all trouble and glitter. “Drink up, babe. You’re way too sober for this vibe.” “Sober? Me?” I snorted, sloshing tequila over my fingers. The glass is sticky, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got lime juice on my dress, but whatever.