Bébé Novels & Stories

The bitch didn't get the message. She tilted her chest to display her tiny breast through the low-neck crop top she was wearing. Her breasts were supposed to be on the show but let me tell you, all I saw was her flat chest Her boobs can’t even reach the first b in the spelling of boobs. Don't call me mean. I’m just being truthful. If she wasn't so dumb, she'd know that Lucian didn't want her around but she didn't get the message so I decided to do the honors.

I panicked. " JADEN????"

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Bella. TBC

Becca shivered "Becca, maybe you're just overthinking this whole thing. It couldn't be this...uhh...thick. Can it?" Bonnie asked unsurely "Okay, maybe I am. But I still ran out of there like a maniac. Hey, would you grab some milk, I need to quickly use the bathroom." Becca places Bonnie hand on the different types of milk and walked away. Bonnie sighed picking a milk carton and felt the writing on it. She sighed when she couldn't feel anything. When she turned around, she suddenly bumped into someone, the milk bursting open and spilling all over the person.

That only adds more questions to my endless list of problems. I sigh, collecting my thoughts, and head back to the office. “Great!” I shout when some idiot accidentally spills soda all over my white dress. The fabric soaks instantly, mercilessly revealing my blue bra. Who the hell wears a blue bra under a white dress? Me… Estela Bridge, specialist in disasters. “Oh! I’m really sorry…” a deep voice says, masculine, a rough rumble. When I look up, I lose my breath. It’s a massive man, perfectly built like a Greek sculpture. Green eyes as clear as glass under sunlight; brown beard fitting absurdly well along his jaw. He’s holding a bouquet of yellow flowers and a phone.

“Now, you can tell me a story. My favorite is the one about Cutter’s magic book. You know that one, don’t you?” “Can’t sssay I do,” I said, still slurring a bit. “Aw, come on Minus, you know it. It’s the one where the dumbass hero biker tells the scary guy with the big knife where Cutter’s book is,” he said, pulling a giant Bowie knife from a sheath on his belt. It was the same kind Viper used on Loro, from its size to the style of the handle. “You and your b… boyfriend Viiiper get those as a mmmatching set or something?”

I thought back for a moment, “But-” “Tomorrow. You have to start preparing for this. It’s gonna be a big one. You'll be a household name! In every country!” I bit down on my lip, nodding. “Alright.” I hung up the phone before turning to Bell. “I got the part!” She squealed along with me. “Ahhhh, everything is just perfect!” Bell gave me the toothiest smile, “You deserve it, babe.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had rushed home, bags full of groceries. Some for tomorrow, some for me to try tonight.