Dayana Crunk Novels & Stories

" She lay her head on the dinning table and cried without any console. She went into the kitchen sink and open the tab and quickly raise her face then went ahead and pack the dishes to the sink and wash. Immediately after she was done, she went back to her room and pick her phone from the nightstand. She click into her W******p and was replying some messages and randomly came across sheriff number" This should be my chance" She said to herself. She quickly chat him up "Hi" and waited for his reply since he was also online. "Who are you?" Was his reply, so mannerless without even responding to her greeting, she murmur to herself and still try to be patient and endured. "Is Mina, your girlfrie

The tears roll down her cheek but her smile is unwavering. "If it's a boy, how about Denis? What do you think of the name? I think it sounds cool." The tears are still falling so I bring my thumb to her cheeks and wipe away the tears. "Even though you look beautiful with tears on your face, I still don't Iike it when you cry." I say and she snorts. "I look beautiful with tears on my face?" She asks looking up at me. "You look beautiful however, whenever and with whatever." I say truthfully. Daphne has a mean girl's eyes if mean girls had icy blue like snow a queen's.

I keep the two worlds separate: my industrious days and my steamy nights. During daylight hours, I’m just Nina Clarke. But starting at midnight and ending at whatever time I can reach before falling asleep, I’m Naughty Nina. She’s my camgirl persona, the sexed-up version of myself I sell every night, and business is booming. Maybe even busting. I need cash, and this is a quick, mostly painless way to get it. Occasionally, I’ll have to deal with an overly friendly or rude customer, but in general, my clients worship me.

Playlist for all of you!! 'Drive You Insane'-Daniel Di Angelo ' Standing next to you'- jeon jungkoook ' Diet Mountain Dew'- Lana Del Rey ' one of the girls'- the weekend, Jennie kim ' Hard to Love'- Park Rose ' Obsessed'- zendros, Lima 'Renegade'- Aryan shah ' Cold Blooded'- Chris Grey ' Babydoll'- Ari Abdul ' Spring Snow'- 10 Cm (lovely runner ost) 'Come Back to me'- RM

Striker I sat in my VIP balcony overlooking the club. Bodies writhed below me, grinding together in time to the music pumping through the speakers. The strobe lighting gave off the appearance of a grotesque rave. I sipped my scotch and stole a glance at my watch. Riley was late. Riley was never late.

Standing at her station in the teller line, Elana couldn't help but think of her dream last night. The feeling of the needles on the tattoo gun, Kris' lips on hers, the cool air brushing over her nipples... it felt so real, almost like she was reliving a memory. She held a far-off look, almost dreamy underneath her carfully curated customer service smile.. The next customer stepped in front of her, a regular. His smile screamed creep, but Elena never faltered in her smile.

There were a lot of people in the cafeteria today, but it was the commotion happening at the end of the cafeteria that caught his eye. Dana stood there with Chloe and he paused at the door where he had first noticed it. Something was going on, but he wasn't sure what it was, yet. He folded his arms and watched, but what happened next baffled him. Dana slowly unscrewed the cap of the bottle of juice she was holding, Chloe totally unaware because she was looking at her face. “Oh, I see. Since you're such a dump that can take Zach’s bother, then maybe you should take this as well.” Dana said, emptying the content of the bottle on Chloe.

I could feel that the nightclub’s loud music was nothing compared to my tone. “Hell, yeah! I remember now so you can remove your hands off me, dude. Based on her identification card, her name was something like Dayana? No, it was Dayanera. Could it be? Wait, let me focus for a little while. You’re pressuring me, hmm…” I waited for Steve to remember it clearly, and this was the longest wait I ever did.

Didn’t I just tell him I don’t want her? Harley has nothing on Daya. Dayanara Lachland, is a prominent socialite who I have known since grade school. She was my first crush, the subject of my first wet dream and my first girlfriend. She became a model right out of high school, then crossed over into acting only a couple years later.