Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

Chance said rubbing his nose. Mr Spence let out a chuckle, "Heather Gregory, I do remember her but I never slept with her." Chance opened his mouth to speak, knowing that Mr Spence would say something like this. "Heather Gregory was a part-time worker to your mother, who did not indulge in the same activities as Heather. Your name was Sarah Radcliffe, the owner of a club. Who thought she could help young girls and get them off the street. But in my opinion, it was the same thing. Just sheltered, with a license. "

I answered and looked in the elevator mirror. I have a lot of scratches from that bitch Aileen! "Where did that come from?" Stan asked again. "I accidentally scratched my neck yesterday." My stupid answer. I held Stan's hand as he grabbed my neck. He shook his head and just leaned back. "I heard Delrama is back," Stan said. "Yup, I heard he is getting married," Theron said. Getting married to whom? "Oh? To whom?" Haidei asked. "Aileen Lopez," Theron replied.

Gregorio Di Costa wasn’t only one of the most elusive bachelors in the world; he was also one of the most arrogantly attractive. Nevertheless, Gregorio Di Costa, the multimillionaire Sicilian who changed his women as often as he changed the black silk sheets on his bed, was about to meet the one woman who had no intention of falling for his devastating charm or succumbing to his irresistible seduction. He was about to meet the totally impervious and vengeful Chloe. ******* "Did you see much of Alana while you were in Los Angeles?" Chloe prompted her brother lightly. ‘Alana?’ Declan repeated as he turned from surveying the crowded reception room at the glittering post-premiere party.

Beatrice rolled her eyes. Cheryl's eyes widened. Oh no, does she look like a bum? “How dare you call me that?!” Cheryl ran downstairs and approached Beatrice. She pulled her hair with all her might, making Beatrice scream in pain. “Are you crazy?!” Beatrice replied. She managed to grab Cheryl's shoulder. She dug her nails in there, clawing with all her might. Cheryl screamed in pain. She immediately pushed Beatrice away from the crazy woman. However, Beatrice was so much stronger than her that Cheryl staggered along and fell with her. Cheryl moved her feet quickly, trying to kick Beatrice who was under her.

Chantal teased, giggling and grinning mischievously at Krizza. Krizza just laughed at the situation. She had long known that Chandrea was Lorenzo's mistress. She discovered it when Maxine had an accident at the age of 2, and Chandrea secretly donated blood to save her. Krizza confirmed this when she overheard a conversation between Lorenzo and Chandrea. She had wanted to tell Chantal about what she had heard, but Chantal had done something to her that made her keep the secret. It was her form of revenge against Chantal.

Lilly spoke up softly as if trying to soothes her elder sisters heart ache. Champagne's brows knitted together and she rolled her eyes. Explain.. What the hell are they going to explain? How they had the best sex behind her back. Her blood was boiling wildly Champagne's green eyes searched quick around the room and caught sight of the vase by the door. She had given him that blue vase.. Yet he can fuck another woman without thinking of her reaction for a minute. Champagne walked towards the vase, she took it in her arms and stared at it for a while, memories flashed in front of her.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

Definitely not who she was looking for. Just when she was about to pass the sixth name, she paused and the name aloud: "D. Reyes — Event Support, contracted through Vine Entertainment's hospitality division." She paused for a minute before jumping to her feet abd running back to the bedroom. She pulled the second journal from beneath the floorboard panel she'd created during her first week in the apartment, turned to a section and traced her finger against each word.

My silence was apparently answer enough. “I heard your stupid rose buzzing the whole night,” Chantelle added with a wicked grin, yanking oat milk from the fridge and shaking it like it had personally offended her. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Can you not announce that to the entire building?” “Girl, please.” She flipped her curls over one bare shoulder, standing there in a sports bra and satin boxers like she owned the sun. “Half this building’s got a vibrator named after a flower or a fruit. Tulip, rose, mango, peach. If yours hums, welcome to the club.”