Novel & Cerita Cut For Bieber

Phoebe's POV As the song was ending, Cole made the DJ switch to something from Justin Bieber titled: Intentions. The one he sang with Quavo. We all went gaga when the soundtrack rolled in and screamed the lyrics at the top of our voices. "Picture perfect, you don't need no filter Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you're a killer Shower you with all my attention Yeah, these are my only intentions Stay in the kitchen cookin' up, got your own bread

Cole teased, raising his voice and trying to be heard. It made her chuckle. She really was so bad at dancing. After seeing give an impressively seductive dance, she managed a smile. Soon enough, the music shifted to another song, another one of Justin Bieber. ~"Picture-perfect, you don't need no filter Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you a killer Shower you with all my attention Yeah, these are my only intentions Stay in the kitchen, cooking up, cut your own bread Heart full of equity, you're an asset

Janet still laughing took the scissors. "Okay after the count of Janet. You cut it okay" Tokunbo pulled out the confetti and handed it to Bibiana. Then she opened her camera and pressed record. "J....A....N.....E....T! Yippee! Janet was smiling and feeling ridiculous as she cut the ribbon. But she was happy so she doesn't mind. Bibiana popped the confetti and they all took selfies and finally went inside. "Oh wow. The house looks good. Look at the POP. It's so nice." Bibiana was smiling from ear to ear as she looks around.

Idiots! I walked over to the sound system. I wanted to blow up the system. I gave a signal to Nite and Isaiah, knowing they were just waiting for my command. I ignored them. This was Paige’s birthday, so as long as I could remain calm, that was good. My annoyance with Bree lessened as I broke her phone. And next, let me mess up the dancing. I was getting close to the DJ when I pulled out my butterfly knife and executed a Mobius flip before stabbing the table in front of him, where his DJ equipment was placed.

I heard one of the girls whisper, and I caught myself biting my lip, trying to focus on anything but their voice were so loud. “Yes! He’s so cute! Only his cuteness and smartness will make him win. He is a God!” another girl exclaimed, and a part of me felt jealous at their ease in gushing over him. I plugged in my AirPods, hoping the music would drown out the chatter about Paxton and allow me to focus on the game. I played one of my favorite Justin Bieber's song “Under the influence” Just then, the crowd erupted into cheers and uproar, pulling my attention back to the game. I turned just in time to see Dimitri and Paxton during the halftime show.

“Come on, babe. Go sit down. I’ve got this.” I let him take them. Watched him kneel in the dirt—careful not to crush any petals—clip, clip, clip. Precise. Polite. Every snip measured. Never too deep. Never too rough. Never enough to make anything bleed or change. Something hot and ugly rose in my throat. “Harder,” I said. He glanced up, confused. “What?” “Cut harder. They’re dead. They won’t feel it.” He laughed—small, nervous. “I don’t want to damage the bush.”

“I don’t have the money. My daughter needed heart surgery. It’s all gone!” Even at this point, she was using her daughter as a shield. I took out my phone and showed photos and videos of her daughter signing up for dance classes and dancing happily. “You expect us to believe that a child who needs heart surgery can dance with that much vigor?” I swept my gaze across the room. “Do you want me to put the video on the big screen so everyone can take a good look?” “Casey, I can’t believe you’d even make up a lie like that!”

“My hair’s caught on something. Help.” He stared for a long beat before smirking. “Yeah, no. I’ve seen enough p**n to know where this is going. Sorry, creep, I’m not your stepbrother.” My face flushed. “This isn’t a p**n move! I’m actually stuck, you perverted skyscraper!” He laughed!—then grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer. “Hold still, your highness.” Snip. A few strands floated to the ground.

Anything but a beast! “Don’t smile! You dared to do this foolish thing!” He growled pointing at my lower abdomen where there was a big scratch! I frowned! Did he try to say that I was foolish to hurt myself? But what does he care? He would have never married me if he cared for me and my hurt! I kept quiet and watched him. Soon he took out a scissor from one side of the bed and cut both sides of my panty and removed them. “No! Stop!” I felt my face flush and I looked at the wall at a side. “Please cover me!” I felt embarrassed! I was completely naked now and I understood he has cut my bra with the scissor and hence I didn’t realise that it was removed.

I come hard, screaming into the pillow, body shaking, the cut slipping off almost entirely. I collapse, panting, chest heaving, the cut hanging off one shoulder like a trophy. I stare into the camera, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, still trembling from the aftershocks. “Still with me, boys?” I breathe, voice raw and wrecked. “Because I’m not done.” The chat explodes. BigDaddy69: $50 – KEEP GOING DarkHorseX: $30 – don’t stop NightRider88: $75 – private with me NOW