Novel & Cerita Chaz X Moxxie

She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light. “You’re killing it up there!” she called to Noah, voice bright. “Barely holding on for Eli,” Noah replied back, swiping sweat. “Daycare’s robbing me blind.” “Harsh deal. Need a break?” “Nah, gotta keep the kid’s plate full. You know the grind.” He twirled, hips swaying, the stage his arena. Chicago’s dark underbelly growled outside, rumors of Caleb Warrick’s savage hits, Dominic Voss lording over a Streeterville penthouse of steel and wealth.

The woody, smokey fragrance hits my nostrils, and I look over my shoulder to see Spencer staring down at me with his blue eyes sparkling and a huge grin on his lips. “So, I guess we can call this a success, right?” I muse in a low voice. Spencer leans down and pecks my lips for a brief second before pulling back. “Hey, man,” Chad greets us, patting Spencer on the shoulder, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “How does it feel to be the richest and most popular man in Missoula?” he teases, sipping from his glass of champagne.

"Do you know Winston Moyer? What's his relationship with Chris?" Zara placed her towel on the shelf and replied obliviously, "Winston Moyer? No, I don't, but his name sounds kind of familiar."

Zach POV My so called monthly time-off starts one hour before sunset tomorrow. I have about twenty-two hours to do all the things I normally did before going into the cage. First is go on a date with Madison Marlowe. I'm getting ready for that now when my cellphone starts to ring. It's her. "Hello, Mads." "Taye died," she says with a shaky voice. I don't know who that is. I'm still trying to put a face to the name when she adds,

Just… pre-exam jitters! Maeve just arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, entirely unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. Well, I’ll go first then. I hooked up with Chad." The room went dead silent. Tess and I slowly turned our heads to look at her. "Chad Chad?" Tess asked, her voice hushed. "The… chlamydia Chad?" Maeve rolled her eyes so hard I worried they’d get stuck. "That was a rumor spread by his psycho ex-girlfriend. It’s not true. And yes, before you ask, we used a condom."

He couldn't help but feel more sympathetic towards Terrence from the days when he unnecessarily lashed out on Chance. "Nothing much. I've been cranky all day for no apparent reason." Chance shrugged. “Poor Kara, she was so pissed at me.” "Wow, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed"? Terrence asked. "Probably" Chance shrugged. There was a momentary silence in the car when Chance decided to change the topic of conversation. "So… that patient you got, VIP. What's their deal?" "Well. Her name is Moira Swanson. She is a seventeen year old boxer who injured her spine". Terrence shrugged.

"It says about forty-five minutes. You can take a nap first, baby." Xielle shook her head and grabbed his arm, guiding him toward the bedroom instead. "Wag na, let’s just wait together." They crawled onto the bed, propped up against the pillows. To pass the time, they switched on the TV, which was tuned to a cable news channel. The volume was low, just background noise, but the news was undeniable. "You really did it, Khione," Zeke said softly, his arm automatically wrapping around her shoulders. On the screen, a news ticker running across the bottom of the NEWS LIVE broadcast declared: 'KHIONE NAME CLEARED: CHUA SCANDAL CONFIRMED.'

Zoey muttered and in the next minute she had her phone in hand and had started to G****e Derrick Moore. "I never heard of that before, but look, YT just posted an update about him," Zoey said then she clicked on the link. "It says here that, 'Derrick Moore was spotted over the weekend at a party, being all cozy with Fast rising star actress, Jenna Montez. This isn't the first of it, should we keep our fingers crossed for relationship news soon?' Zoey looked up at Sheila and saw a trace of sadness in her eyes and immediately, she stopped reading. "Sheila..." She called.

Chapter 15: The First Crack The photo hit the internet just after dawn. It wasn’t that clear but grainy, taken through frosted glass and steam but it was clear enough to identify the two bodies pressed together under the shower spray. One was broad shouldered and more muscular… unmistakably Zach Rivera while the other was smaller, dark curls plastered to his neck, head tipped back in a way that left little to the imagination. The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious:

That is why I didn't allow wheeled chairs in this room. "Hey." She snapped as she went in a stand still because I took the wheels off her chair. She scowled at me before huffing and rolling her eyes. "We work on Mazaya. Your souls are combined. We just have to mend them." Zavier stated. "How do you think that will work? He's still married to Angel." Chasity laughed out as she looked down at my other wife who had been quite since time reset.