Novel & Cerita Chuck X Stella

Pure hatred. Stella doesn't work at the bar anymore, she felt really scared and ashamed to go back there so she's always helping her mom in her pastry shop where she makes really good bread and snacks. As for Charles,she hasn't heard from him, the last time she tried calling him she found out that he had blocked her number and not just that, he blocked her from all means of social media. He really hates and never wants to see her again because she had hurt him so much.

Before she would say another word, he placed his lips on her soft pink lips and like that, their lips locked as they got into a very passionate kiss. Slowly, he then entered her. After they were done, Stella Harris said exhausted on the bed while Chris Morgan walked into the kitchen and got her some porridge with some hot tea so she could regain some energy. The next day, the shareholders gathered in Harvey Entertainment shareholders' meeting room as they discussed the two musicians that were being discussed on social media. "If I am to say, I will choose Stella Harris. She's a big star with a very trustworthy fan base." President Harvey spoke in the meeting.

But don't you love your wife!?" "Stella, it's just sex between us, not a love contract. " That would be like cheating". "it won't be if you don't think of it that way". _________________________________________ Stella was working as a florist before an unfortunate situation caused her to lose her job. With her mom's life on the line in the hospital, Stella knew she had to find a good job to make money fast to pay for her mom's transplant surgery.

##Chapter 92: Cole Book Two: Don't Leave Four years later... "Hurry it up, babe," I call from the living room of our high-rise apartment in downtown Chicago. "Or we'll be late." I just got home from a team practice with the Blackhawks, and now we're heading out to meet up with friends for dinner. Austin and Brooklyn are in town for the weekend. And so is Luke and his new girlfriend. It might have taken time for the two of us to iron out our friendship, but it happened.

I turned back to the screen and kept typing, fingers digging into the buttons now, the sentences no longer made full sense, the letters were only a shield. Celeste remained where she was, eyes resting on me with polite interest and a half smile. Skye finished whatever was left in the bowl and lay down fully, her back against the side of my foot. After a moment Celeste leaned slightly closer, enough to glance at the screen. “Working?” she asked. “Yes.” She nodded, then looked down at her phone. Her thumb moved across the screen. “Michela Hart, right?” My head lifted at once. “What are you doing?”

Once in a chapter about “unregulated influence.” She slammed the book shut. Clara entered quietly. “Miss?” Gabrielle turned. “Do you know anything about the Virellis?” Clara hesitated. “Only what people whisper. They own half the city. The other half owes them.” Gabrielle’s voice was tight. “Do they kill people?” Clara paled. “I wouldn’t ask that out loud.” Gabrielle nodded slowly. “Then I’ll ask it in silence.” That night, she sat by the window again, the city lights flickering like warning signals. She held the note in one hand, her father’s pocket watch in the other.

Stella hadn't had the chance to utter her ill-intended words when a voice from behind interrupted us. "What are you doing here?" I turned to see it was Atlas. His clear gaze swept over Stella, and he asked, "What were you talking about?" Stella immediately swallowed the words she was about to say, her expression somewhat flustered. However, she quickly changed her demeanor and tried to grasp Atlas's arm. "Atlas, Chloe and I were just chatting about random things.”

She said excitedly, hands in the air. "W-what is it, Stella?" Charlie almost mumbled the question, which made me smile. I, Jayden, had suddenly gotten Frost's proud biker into a tight corner. "A lunch date. Or dinner. Which do you two prefer?" "Din—" "Lunch is fine. I have somewhere to be." Charlie stopped my words, then rolled her eyes at me for wanting a dinner date with her. "Fine. The school cafeteria would be just perfect, and it's lunch hour. Ex-captain—I mean, Greg please send in intimate photos of them for me. With that, we can go back to rehearsals." Stella said.