Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

“Some weird, basement-residing, Cheeto-munching,--” “Your point?” she asks, unimpressed. “—lowlife is operating a drama account, based solely on embarrassing teenagers in this area. The handle is @clarentonsecrets. I had been aware of the horrible, embarrassing bullshit that this account posts daily, but sadly, it took a blog post about me to convince me to take the bitch down.” Then, she asks about the information that I was avoiding relaying. She crosses her arms. “What was the post about?”

Kian said while cleaning his ear with his little finger. "He said Get a room! You're so gay, psh," I said and fix my uniform. I secretly glanced at the person who seemed to be planning to challenge us to a fight. "Oh that's Clyde. Your former admirer dude! HAHAHA~" Kian chuckled as he pointed at Clyde’s direction Clyde Lee is a geek. He is the only child of Dad's former business partners.

She moaned, “Mmm, that was so good.” I am glad that she thought so. “Let me get you cleaned up,” I said. Using this opportunity, I put the dildo, harness, and pudding away before I grabbed a rag from the warming oven. I used it to clean her up and then put the dirty towel into the hamper. I don't know how much longer I can fake this. My Grand Ceremony can't come soon enough! As Jessica and I were leaving, we passed by Clint’s room. “It sounds like they are having a good time, but not nearly as good as ours,” Jessica said.

“So tell me, what are you still doing hanging around my man?” Clara blinked, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?” Linda’s smile grew deeper. “Oh, you thought I wouldn’t find out about your little drama yesterday?" Clara's face said it all, she struggled to know what she could be talking about, hoping it wasn't what she thought. "What are you talking about?" She asked, with less conviction this time. "Oh, please," Linda scoffed. "You thought I wouldn't find out how you wriggled your way into donating blood for Jace?” She added. “It’s pathetic, really. Pathetic how far you’ll go for someone who clearly doesn’t rate you.”

Clyde immediately attended to his brother's aid after putting the food he brought down. "Are you okay, bro?" he asked Kyle. "Yeah, thanks," Kyle replied while checking his slightly wet clothes. When Natasha saw the carpet drenched with juice she immediately took a rag and started cleaning it up. She took the cup and wiped the floor. "Leave it, Tash. I'll just call someone to handle that," Kyle said. She didn't listen and just continued with what she was doing. She was just too embarrassed and too guilty to talk. "What happened?" Claire asked.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

Clark said and glance at Darcie before going Darcie look at Keith and her eyes drifted to a red stain on his white pajamas "What...what is that stain on your clothes?? She asked as she point to his cloth, Keith look at it but he didn't want Darcie to notice​ anything "The stain is none of your business, I ask you to stay but you disobey my order and left the room, what if something happen or...." He paused "Am sorry but my bladder was full and I need to release myself so that was the reason why I left but I was actually thinking of going back when I suddenly bumped into Clark" Darcie said and she was really disappointed in herself for lying

I wanted to clear some things before I proceed with the plan. The whole living room was so silent, Klyde tooked a shower first and the maids were at the kitchen. I'm all alone in this huge living room and the silence is driving me crazy to sleep. It's only early in the afternoon but I could already feel how heavy my eyes were. A janitress' life isn't a joke. It's tiring. And yet, my 'very great' Aunt and Uncle didn't pay their employees the right amount on the right time. This is another problem that I should solve.

Frowning, Grandpa Kensington, though not well-versed in the internet, saw that the intricacies of online conflicts were much like the backstabbing in business. He recalled that not long ago, his old friend—Clint, had mentioned his daughter, who apparently ran a public relations company. Judging from Clint's tone, that company must be quite reputable. With that thought in mind, Grandpa Kensington directly contacted Clint. Clint was somewhat surprised. "Lance, what do you need?" "Ah, well, I feel a bit ashamed to say this, but my company has encountered some issues..." Grandpa Kensington felt a bit embarrassed. Clint thought for a moment and seemed to recall hearing about it from his daughter.

“Claire. Mom, let me introduce you to my cousin Miss. Sylvia Elon. She will be employed at the Elon Trust company tomorrow and will stay this evening until I arrange her lodging. I’ll let you all get acquainted as I place my sister’s luggage in her room.” Blake then left and went into Claire’s room with Tabitha’s luggage. He then made his way into the bathroom and was shocked at the condition it was left in. Makeup and womanly materials were just discarded around the bathroom. Making his way into the laundry room, he was met with a pile of dirty clothing. ‘How can two women have so much laundry in two days?’ thought Blake before entering the kitchen. Dirty dishes were still in the sink and w