Chubby Chaser Meaning Novels & Stories

I’m the luckiest bitch alive. Even so, his buddies love to give us shit about going at it like rabbits all the time, and their teasing gets on my damn nerves. Chase claims that it means they like me; that if they didn’t rib me like they do, it’d mean they don’t care. Apparently for these dudes, shit-talking is how they show affection. I don’t get it, but I suppose I can’t judge their bizarre ways too harshly while my man and I twist the word hate to mean love.

Maybe I should stop judging people around me. My eyes fell on a girl who looked too fashionable. She was wearing a sleeveless, cropped top. She had flower tattoos on her stomach. Her pink blonde hair falls over her shoulders in a very stylish way. Her skin was tanned and looked so clear. To sum it up she looked like a supermodel who was ready to go for a ramp walk on a fashion show with hot-looking guys. Yeah right, I can see a flirtatious look from the boys but she avoided them. Maybe she used to having perverts around her.

He is staring at me, urging me to go ahead with whatever I am here for. Feeling stupid for not remembering what I came for, I blurt out. “Wear a shirt for crying out loud!” He opens his eyes wide. “Is this how you expose your chest to every lady that comes in here to visit?!” I find myself asking against my will. Slowly, I watch amusement cross his expression, and he chuckles deeply, adding to my misery. “Every lady? No lady has come in here except you. That is, if my mother is an exception, but unfortunately, she is also a lady.”

Jessica Brown, Nee Hopkins - People Pleaser. "I invited them to accompany us to Skye Manor." Aiden spoke for the first time. I looked up from the tea I'd been stirring absentmindedly but he wasn't looking at me as he spoke, busying checking something on his phone. "Yep, we're the emotional support for today." Vincent declared loftily.

“See you later, grandson.” “Bye grandpa.” I turn to Xavier taking his hand as my father retreats to his chambers. “Who’s ready for bath time??” “Can I bathe later, mummy?” He says this pouting and batting his eyelashes at me. “No baby, you… “Daddyy!!” I look up just as Avery bends the corner, walking towards us. Xavier has let go of my hand and is running towards Avery. Hmm, this boy has got too much energy… I think to myself as I watch him go.

I don’t know much about them, but I’ve heard rumors about their rapid success and the elusive CEO behind it. “Energized Tech?” my uncle repeats, frowning. “I’ve heard they’re… new.” The blond-haired shareholder nods, glancing at me as if gauging my reaction. “Yes, they are, but they’ve made waves in the industry. Some say their CEO is one of the most promising up-and-comers.” I can’t help myself. “Sounds like their CEO is more capable than our new one,” I say, my tone sharper than intended, but I don’t care. It’s time he understood I’m not here to be mocked.

The anger I had managed to swallow inside Kade's office betrayed me; my tears kept blurring my vision as I raced with unending speed, heading home for comfort. I matched into the mansion, my feet heavy on the marble floor. The grand lobby seemed to spin around me, the chandelier's sparkle blurring as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes where I found kade's mother, lounging on the couch, her eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. "Mom," I greeted. She looked up from her phone, angled her body and demanded, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm "Call me Mrs. Wilder, please! Once you give me grandchildren, you'll have that undeserved privilege."

Ash had never seen her before but he could tell that she was a Landers due to the luxury she had on her. Merely looking at her, Ash could say this was not one like the calm Landers that he met, Daisy, who had him interrogated. This one was saucy, with an attitude. She looked to be the female duplicate of Ivan Landers. Ash wanted to ask who she was then he spotted her customized car plate, she was Katty Landers.

Thank God not even one touched us We went inside and met mom and Chubi as usual. The bond between these two is increasing Day by Day. I even thought mom would stop as he grew older but they're getting even close. Sometimes you'd see them discussing like adults. And since Chubi is at his questioning age, mom has a lot to answer to him Chubi: Anibe! He ran and hugged him. He hasn't seen Anibe in like two weeks Anibe : the boy with a killer smile. Come on show me those dimples

“This thing got a sidecar?” “Yes,” I whispered, seeing it now — a small attached seat. “Put her in there. You get on behind me.” “I don’t —” “That car’s thirty seconds away. You want to have this conversation now?” I strapped Charlotte into the sidecar, her sobs turning to hiccups. “Mommy, who is he?” “A friend, baby. Hold on tight to Mr. Hoppy, okay?” The man swung onto the bike and looked back at me. “You ever ride before?”