Dirty Snap Stickers Novels & Stories

I hadn't asked him for money again after that. Instead, I had saved up my own loose change, coin by coin, to buy that pack of glittery star stickers. On the cardboard backing, a sentence was written in faint pencil… When Mom isn't mad anymore, stick these on Leo's medicine bottles so Sophia won't mix them up. Dad gripped the doorframe, his knees buckling as he slowly slid down onto the floorboards. Mom scrambled over, violently snatching the sheet of stickers from his hand.

Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what. I gradually realized that I couldn't continue acting weak like this anymore. When I woke up the next morning, I realized someone had requested to follow my private account on social media, and the request came from a profile I wasn't quite familiar with. I tapped into the follow request message. It read, "Nancy, it's me, Cedric York." I froze for a moment when I saw the name on the screen. Memories of my college days immediately flooded my mind. Cedric was my senior in the same course I was taking when we were still in college. We even used to be in the student council toget

He stands in one fluid motion with belt clinking loud while zipper rasps down. His cock springs free huge and thick as my wrist with veins pulsing angry while head flares purple and leaks pre-cum in a long, sticky string that drips to the floor. I lick my lips instinctively while pussy clenches empty and aches to be filled. “You want this cock, Dani?” He wraps his hand around the base to stroke slow and twist at the head to milk more pre-cum that beads and falls. “Want your stepson’s dick down your throat?”

"Stand guard while I change, please.” It wasn’t Hailey’s fault Dana was a bitch to her, so she would just have to avoid taking it out on her. Slowly, she unbutton her shirt and then she removed it to see that the juice had soaked through her shirt to the inner camisole she wore underneath. Her hair was a mess too. Quickly, she ran her shirt underneath the water at the tap and used the wet spot to clean her hair, making sure to get rid of all the orange pulp, those tiny little things in the juice. She walked to stand under the hand dryer to dry her hair after, surprised it was still working even though people rarely used this bathroom.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

Not with my bare hands. I opened the drawer again, grabbed a clean tissue, then used the edge of it to push the pink glitter clip into the bag. The little thing slid slowly across the bottom of the box, making almost no sound. When it finally dropped into the ziplock, its glitter caught the light from my desk lamp. Pink. Cheap. Small. Issa’s. I sealed the ziplock tight. Inside the plastic, the clip did not look like a four-year-old’s hair accessory. It looked like a bullet someone had just placed in my palm.

Her perfume makes my nose itch. Colt clears his throat. "I'll wait outside." "No," I say quickly. "Stay." Lila's smile falters. "Ryker, please. Just one minute. Alone." I sigh. "Fine. One minute." Colt gives me a look that says you're an idiot, then walks away. Lila's smile returns immediately. "Thank you." "What do you want?" "I wanted to apologize." She touches my arm. I pull away. Her hand drops. "For last night. I shouldn't have slapped you."

I slapped him. He stumbled back, holding his cheek like he couldn't believe I slapped him. His eyes quickly turned dark though and even if I expected it, it still took me by surprise when he backhanded my cheek, leaving an imprint of the five rings on his fingers. "You bitch." He cursed. My cheek was throbbing painfully and for a few seconds, I couldn't see straight. When I could finally see though, all I could see was red. As if the first one wasn't enough, he backhanded my other cheek, taking me by surprise again. "You like that, slut? Huh?"

“I already did. I might have tasted just a tiny bit of one too. Like, not even a sip but more like stuck my tongue into it.” I wrinkle my nose. “Hopefully not mine.” “Nah,” Scarlet says, twisting around in a bar stool. “It was mine. Doesn’t bother me, though it should, right? I mean, it sounds disgusting.” “You love me.” Quinn wrinkles her nose and smiles, and I catch Danielle watching them. I remember what she said about feeling like an outsider, and suddenly I feel a lot more connected to Danielle than I thought I would.

Tim drank with him too. *** Jade was still staring at the angry stickers she sent to him. They looked stupidly funny to him. He was smiling at the screen of his phone. There was an offended look on Sapphire's face as she sent him more cranky stickers. Jade opened it one after another with an excited face, as if it were birthday presents. She sent a dragon roaring out fire, he laughed at it. Sapphire sent a child breaking a bottle on the wall, he chuckled at it again. She took a good look at him and nodded her head negatively.