Dollface Strangers Novels & Stories

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.

The three of us made quite a trio. Promptly at eight, Carmella and Kappy had arrived at my doorstep decked out in some of the most exquisite fashion they'd found in Paris two weekends ago on a spontaneous trip in search of new purses. With kisses to the cheeks, I welcomed them into my home while I went in search of the perfect shoes to accompany my Dolce and Gabbana dress. The plunging neckline accentuated some of my best assets, perfect C-cups that didn't require a bra and my long, lean torso. Tiny straps rested elegantly on my thin shoulders while the skirt clung to my ass and thighs like it was designed around them. I couldn't imagine this dress ever looked better on anyone else. The pewt

Trading on the Perrone family's deep pockets, Karina won three pieces of antique jewelry one after another. With every fall of the hammer she made a point of looking toward my box and lifting her paddle in a show of triumph, wearing the look of someone certain of victory. Eli stayed silent the whole time and never once raised a paddle, only resting his fingertips against his jaw, his gaze fixed on me throughout. That gaze was a heavy thing, and it left a dull ache pressing in my chest. "So it turns out some dogs come around just to have a sniff." Karina laughed out loud and raised her voice to mock me, drawing a wave of jeering laughter.

She close her eyes, the same time she beats her two cheeks gently. When Bisola opens her eyes, there stand her first customer, the Handsome Stranger who had just swept her off her feet few minutes ago. Bisola is lost in her new crush for some moment, she is snap back by an hoarse voice. “Hey!. Are you okay there or not?” That clearly is the Handsome Stranger voice. Bisola frown after hearing her Handsome Stranger voice, in fact she begins to have doubt about been his wife in the future, in fact she doubt if she will let him sleep with her in the future.

As soon as I got there, I spotted six youngsters standing there with their phones out. They were crowding around a little girl wearing a pink dress. "You're Phineas Kensington's daughter, aren't you? Your dad is a thief. He smashed a luxury car. He's a bad guy!" They backed Lindsey into a corner against the wall. She broke into loud, terrified sobs. "My dad isn't a thief! My dad is a hero!" A blond-haired punk reached out and grabbed her dress. "How dare you answer back? Let's show everyone what a thief's daughter looks like!"

"I don't even remember his name. It was just a one-night stand." "Well, you never know," Alex said optimistically. "Stranger things have happened." Jessica knew her friend was right. She had a long road ahead of her, but with Alex by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope.

My hair falls into my eyes. “You’re my beautiful girl,” she says. She closes her arms around me, and leans to kiss me softly on my forehead. My secret eye flickers the instant her lips touch it. I fight the moment. Keeping it closed. We’re blocking the walkway. The strangers passing clip us at the shoulders. Their annoyance swarms around them and crashes against us as they step by, sighing through their noses like snorting bulls. It’s funny how predictable people are. How easy they are to poke. “Don’t mind them,” Momma says, and hugs me tighter. I don’t.

Her mole on the side of her eye gives a perfect touch to her masterpiece of a face. The anger in Dakota just fades as soon as she gets to look at the face of the stranger who looks like a goddess in her perspective. “It’s fine. I’m fine,” Dakota says in a gentle tone with a warm smile on her face. “You’re not fine.” The stranger pouts as she opens her backpack and pulls out a pastel-pink sweatshirt. “Do you want to wear this? We can quickly go to a laundromat to have your hoodie washed.” “Sure.” Lia lifts her eyebrows in amusement as she watches her friend take the sweatshirt from the stranger with no hesitation. “I have class in a bit, so how about you take my hoodie and we meet again next

I laugh and say, “I saw a clip of this series while I was scrolling through TikTok, the name of the series is Dollface and it is very interesting. We decided to watch that and he found the site where we could stream it and he clicked on episode one. The series was about a girl with insecurities and overactive imagination, who just got dumped by her boyfriend and now has to rekindle the female friendships she lost when she was in her relationship, and she also makes new friends along the way.

She looked pissed at this point. "He's mine! you slut!" Ellise chuckled bitterly. "Me? I'm not the one who uses make up to cover her acne infested face. I'm not the one who dresses in slutty dresses just to get in bed with anyone with manhoods" Ellise hissed. The stranger gasped, raising her hand to hit her. "Lacey" a rapsy deep voice stopped her. Ellise smiled and sauntered away from Lacey who immediately plastered a sickenly sweet smile on her face.