Flippy X Pop Novels & Stories

Flip wanted. TBC.

By Dumping, getting dumped, Crying, Birthing, Slapping, Killing. And once in a blue moon getting killed.

This only went to show that she was a loyal fan of Cassandra Hayle, who had mastered everything about the late model, including her expressions. Many such posts were making waves at the moment. So, even before the rookie could dismount the stage, her popularity was already shooting through the roof, all thanks to the late queen, Cassandra. “Oh my God, did I just see Cassandra?” … To be continued…

I agreed. “My kinda girl,” I said. She looked at me, surprised that I agreed. “I knew I liked you,” she smiled and I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her for a moment just taking in the moment. “How can we do that?” Poppie said sitting up and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “Well, I found out that in order to hurt sadistic rich people, you have to know how to hurt them,”

“Oh, right! I was supposed to perform for you when you arrived. I’ve got a special number ready. Are you familiar with the song ‘Salamin’ by Bini?" Poppy shook her head. “I don’t know that song. I can’t really sing.” Mom, Dad, Summer, and I watched with smiles as Poppy interacted with Hope. She was completely earnest, even as Hope playfully teased her. Her innocence was clear. “Alright, I’ll perform for you.” Hope stood up and moved to a spot with enough space. He began dancing, accompanied by a mash-up of songs. But our focus wasn’t on Hope’s performance. It was on Poppy. As she watched Hope dance, a broad smile spread across her face. Unconsciously, her hands lifted slightly, and she start

Lexi reached over and stuck a flower in her honey blonde hair. People milled all around the park. Flyers around them read: "Swift, a Representative with a human heart." She smiled when she saw him. He was striding across the grass towards her. His steel-blue eyes sparkled in the pseudo-sunlight. She couldn't help but smile. Everything was going right for once in her life. She was finally in control. She was finally free.

SKYLAR The loud thump of a chart topping song vibrates through the crowded living area. The air is thick with sweat from bodies grinding to the electropop beat. I feel like puking. I absolutely hate frat parties. It makes me cringe when I get hit on by horny assholes in varsity jackets who think they’re gods. My roommate April dragged me here. “Sky, college isn’t supposed to feel like prison,” she had said earlier tonight, catching me buried in my books like always.

My shirt was now completely unbuttoned and I reached back to her bra, undoing the clasps. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, giving her one soft kiss before kissing her shoulder gently and moving down to her breasts. A soft moan filled my ears as I took one soft breast into my mouth. It felt good to suck on one and liking this was being a pervert but it did feel good. Until the moment I let go of her breasts and looked to my audience. Prince Direken's intense gaze had turned even more tense. I looked away and reached a hand to her panties, to pull it off when a voice stopped me.

“How could I forget? I was so excited to see Kimbra, but now...” His head slowly moves from side to side. “No. Now, it’s time to party. I love what you’re wearing, but do you think maybe it might get a little chilly?” “It’s okay,” I say with a renewed smile. “I have on nipple tape. No one will know.” Letting go of my shoulders, Stephen lifts a hand in the air. “Boss lady, sometimes it’s just TMI!” “If I can’t talk to my gay best friend about nipple tape, who can I talk to about it?”

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.