Bowsette X Boosette Novels & Stories

Owen smiled and clarified, "Ms. Solace, the Hamilton Group has a lot of subsidiaries. We dabble in many areas. Le Printemps is one of our assets." "What do you want to buy?" inquired Ambrose. "Uhm..." Larissa looked at the mannequin. She turned meek. "I wanted to buy this outfit for you." "For me?" Ambrose couldn't believe what he heard. "Yeah..." Larissa twiddled her thumbs. "I passed by the boutique, and I thought you would look good in it." Naturally, Ambrose was pleased by the response. The chubby man understood and volunteered to present the outfit.

Roxy’s POV Catherine Bennette, my overbearing mother, and Rosie, my thorn-in-the-side twin, sat across from me at the breakfast table. Catherine was dressed in her usual prim attire, a pastel blouse neatly tucked into slacks. Her concern showed in the way she nervously folded and unfolded her napkin, her eyes darting toward me every few moments. Rosy, clad in her familiar denim jacket and plain tee, looked like she was bracing herself to play mediator in a battle that hadn’t yet begun—but we both knew it was coming.

With palpable excitement, she wrapped her arm around the shoulders of her best friend, whose back was still to him. “Finally,” Sigourney almost squealed, “I get to introduce you two to each other.” She slowly and purposefully steered the other woman in the direction of her boyfriend, most likely opting for a suspenseful effect. “Jos, meet my boyfriend, Gabriel Reid. Babe, meet the one and only Joslyn Patel; Jos or Josy for short.” The woman turned completely and finally, their gazes met and just like that night two years ago, honey colored orbs clashed with swirls of greens and blues. The rising smile on Gabriel's face froze just like time seemed to have, and withered when he took in her vis

Beau Bri wore the long sleeve black dress she had arrived in, which now hugged her curves like a glove, with a pair of leggings we had gotten her, and her boots. She had showered, her hair up high, with the lengths woven into some fancy braid. She had rounded the boys up and dragged out most of the boxes Zoey had sent.

Then she smiled at her and left. Roseanne grabbed the box and opened it to find a pair of white soft-soled leather shoes inside. The shoes looked simple but very elegant, matching Bethany's clothes. Roseanne studied the shoes in her hand, "This organizer is really nice and really generous.They not only bought a pair of designer shoes but also took into account your clothes styles. And a doctor! So nice of them!" "Well, the bidding has started.“ Just give me the shoes." Bethany nudged Roseanne.

It's all sorts of nonsense. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I turn. Bessie approaches me on the edge. She's wearing a nosebleed boot, a net panty hose, and a green tee shirt underneath her black short dress. Her choker necklace matches the round shades over her eyes. She takes off her black hat and flaunts her red, flawless hair. "You clean up nice." I flash the ghost of a smile, wanting this done with. We are both wearing shades. She dressed like the usual mean Bessie for this meet. I wore a vintage wool long coat over a black turtleneck and pants. Yes, I always clean up nice.