Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

It takes almost 5 minutes for it to load and well since I remember every information about my account, then I easily type my email and password. SilentSniper 15 notifications. 5 messages Report: Jjjkkkk left the group Diamondbeauty: hey gurl Add more friends: Hey everyone Party group: Andyboy left the group mollyissavage: Lets play Planetside 2 I ignored all the messages and scroll all the way down till I found Zach whose name is : CallmeSavage

He is another pathetic incompetent lad. -"Αlpha, Alpha Maximus of the Drako pack is on the phone. He wants to speak to you. Should I pass the line to you?" my secretary, Joanna informed me. -"Yes Joanna, do it." I told her. What does this arrogant want now? I am sick of his whims! I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. -"Alpha Maximus. What a pleasure to hear you. How I can help you?" I tried to be as nice as I could.

Perfect employs the flawed logic of a math teacher who accepts homework that could have been copied off of each other, just as long as it shows the right equation. One clever guy cut and pasted an image of Salvador Dali’s melting clocks to represent the habit of unpunctuality (“Wait lang”) he had developed after he got addicted to computer games. Yssy pasted images of wine bottles, pills, a car crash and prison with an accompanying backstory that’s actually stolen from Lindsay Lohan’s life. Another guy (Nathan) was more truthful and posted a picture of an arguing man and woman.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

Laughing, I took another pillow and hit my friend. "Stop it, what you're doing is disgusting!" I laughed out loud here. Laughingly, she seat down again. "I'm not kidding, Eliza! Come on, wake up from your modesty. Do you really want to lose your handsome and muscular husband? You're not the only girl in the world so think before everyone catches on!”

“She’s got her hand back there. It looks like a doozy. Think of those national slapping competitions. Those guys have nothing on your granny. She looks like she means it. Three. Two. One…” That’s the sound of flesh meeting flesh, Granny’s palm connecting with Mike’s cheek. The kind of bamboozling smack I was talking about. Mike face actually rebounds, and his lips wobble as if it’s happening in slow motion. “Shit,” I breathe. “I guess he really is out cold. Or he’s the faker of the century.” “Nope, out cold,” Lancer confirms happily. He holds out his glass, and I realize everyone is holding glasses now. “Cheers!”

Yes_you_suck GEEZ, SOPH, DON'T E JUDGEMENTAL. I_pooped SORRY, I CAN'T HELP IT. Noah's wifey STILL, WHATEVER. YOU ALL ARE COMING, RIGHT? Cereal_killer DUH. I AM COMING FOR THE FOOD. I_pooped AND, I AM COMING TO SEE THE ASSHAT IN PERSON. Yes_you_suck UM, I AM COMING FOR MY SHIP NOE. Noah's wifey

I retorted acidly. "Okay! Fine! I won't pry as long as you help as out. Please!" He sighed. "You sound so desperate." "Because I am, Becca! I am! I'm not ready to lose the only job I have ever been committed to or go to jail for some fraud. I'm building a reputation here." He said. I laughed. The salient desperation in his voice made me to. I never thought it would come a time I would crack for the first time. I expected Marlon to ask me what was funny but instead,

If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade… He snatched his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a frantic barrage of messages. [Where are you?] [Come back. Can we please talk?] [I can explain, Grace. The ceremony was fake. You're my only mate!] [Please, don't ignore me…] The messages vanished one after another, like stones tossed into a deep ocean, met with total silence. The only sound was the soft swoosh of his own outgoing texts, echoing in the empty house. He’d never imagined she would actually leave.

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.