Blobla Be Like Me Novels & Stories

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. "

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My childhood friend, Gavin Holt, jumped in like a guard dog let off its leash the moment someone dared question the girl he worshipped. "What do you people know? It's literally called ‘artificial intelligence’! It's the way of the future! Phoebe's being generous enough to share something this valuable with all of you, yet you have the nerve to doubt her?" Phoebe's eyes reddened with a wounded look, and she tapped her phone with a pout. "Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll just ask Babble myself." Babble replied within seconds, a wall of text filling the screen.

“What changed your mind? Were you trying to make your wife jealous?” I didn't blink. I didn't even tap a key. I just watched the cursor blink on the screen like a dying pulse. Eddie’s response was immediate and devoid of warmth. “She’s not capable of things like that, Bella. Not like you.” The words hit me with the precision of a scalpel. Not capable. To Eddie, I was a finished product—a cold, unfeeling statue he had helped carve. He didn't see the fire beneath the ice; he only saw the ice and assumed the core was frozen solid, too.

Honesty waiting patiently in the wings until Raegan was ready to invite it in. Finally, Marley leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Talk to me.” Raegan wrapped both hands around her coffee cup like it was something solid she could anchor herself to. She stirred it slowly. Avoided eye contact. Watched the cream swirl until it disappeared. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she said quietly. “Or maybe I do. It’s just… I don’t feel like me anymore.” Marley’s face softened instantly, the joking ease melting into something gentler. “Raegan,” she said, careful, “you haven’t felt like you in a while.”

Something else caught my attention, so I said, “Show me the other thing you wanted us to try…” “Really? It’s too late,” she pouted. I chuckled. “No, it’s not. What’s the thing that would taste good as I eat you out?” She kept thinking about how I would lose my mind if I ate her out using the gel Jade had told her to buy. Raina blushed profusely. “Ah… stop reading my thoughts! Is there no way of blocking them?” Seeing her turn red as a tomato amused me. After all we had done, she was still so shy. She’s so adorable.

“So you like women like her now?” “No.” My heart stops, and Blair smirks wickedly, eyes full of sick joy. I wanted to leave; my feet felt like lead, heavy and rooted to the ground. My palms were sweaty as well, and my skin felt hot and cold at the same time. “My type isn’t women like Nora. It’s Nora. Nora is my type.” He finishes, and I feel someone breathe life into my lungs again.