Fiesty Novels & Stories

My fist quickly landed on her head “What do you mean, you woman!?” I said irritably to Monique. Monique just snorted and shook the head I hit. “The hard!” she grunted. “And how did you say that Catalina and I make a good thing?” Freya whispered. I looked at her. “Uhm … You’re both sassy but, catty is more bitchy than you. That’s the difference.” She moved slightly away from me. My fist is ready to hit her head again,. That’s why she keeps on moving away.

She fired back by calling him with what he doesn't like. "What did you just call me?" He squinted his eyes on her and placed both of his hands on his chubby hips. "Did I heard you call me fatso?" He asked once again, towering over her height. "So what? What are you going to do about it? You're starting to pick a fight with someone older than you, remember, I can definitely break you arm with just one move, FATSO." She repeated the offensive word while pointing a finger on him. Reminding him how she's years older than him.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

subukan mong magpakita sa pinas nang walang pera ipapahiya kita sa mga pinsan mo Frito" (Don't come home here in our province, try to come here in the Philippines without money, I'll embarrass you in front of your cousins.) "Hindi na kita anak, pinapahiya mo ako sa mga kamaganak ko rito.. akala ko ba naman porket hapon mapapangasawa ko giginhawa na buhay. haruki mahiya ka naman sa mga pinsan mo na naka graduate na ha p*****a kang bata ka wala kang kwenta"

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

The twinkle in his eyes stayed. "Can you go away?" Fay angrily shouted at him. She was furious. I've never seen her so angry. Elyse stared at him in absolute fear. She cowered away from him. Fay jumped up from the couch and walked towards us with a furious gaze. With another snap of his fingers, Fay was blasted back into the couch.

A smile creeps into my lips when I saw my stubborn friend took her seat unwillingly with a scowl on her face. So there's someone who can tame this tigress. "Going back. We need to mask her 'scent' for these creatures." He said while putting much emphasis on the word "scent" as he glances sideways towards Sassy. "Why? They seem friendly to other fantasians." I asked, remembering how Jada, a fooleys living in the palace treats me. Fooleys are large creatures, can be passed being called a giant, with red skin and a horn between their forehead. Their sharp fangs were showing and their ears are like that of an elephant.

she screamed okay before I replied to you, the rest of you, get back to work before you see yourself outside my building without a job. Andrew said then back to you. point of correction my finance is not a bitch ,then what do you expect me to do when the feeling isn't mutual. you liked me quite alright but I dint like you because you are arrogant, rude and you treat those around you like shit but my beautiful wife to be here is a complete opposite of you. I feel in love with her that very day you brought her into my office. I thought you knew. he said

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.

Fay shook her head. “You defend him every time.” “Because I know him.” “That doesn't make his behavior acceptable” she replied. Tristan looked away but neither of us missed the silence afterward that lasted a few seconds then Fay sighed heavily. “I honestly don't understand why you stay with him" she said. That question immediately changed the mood and Tristan became very still. I noticed it instantly as Fay continued. “He's arrogant, selfish, manipulative and annoying" she said. “Definitely" he admitted.