Freestyle Bea Paige Novels & Stories

Paige turned to Naomi to complain but found out her friend was gone. Paige bit her lips and looked around. “Well, what was she going to do now? She just can't stand here ogling a guy who wasn't even hers. Get a life, her mind screaming at her. Sighing Paige stepped into the dance floor grabbing a passing drink gulped it down in one go and told the barmaid the bill was on Leonardo. Well, it actually felt good to say that. Feeling lighter and full of energy, Paige trudged onto the dance floor intent on enjoying herself.

“After all, there’s nothing you can do except ask about his condition. You're completely useless.” Then, after a moment, Paige walked past Abigail and deliberately bumped her shoulder against hers. The contact wasn’t hard enough to make Abigail fall, but it was more than enough to deliver the message. Paige left without looking back. She walked with grace. She held her back straight, like a queen who had just asserted her dominion. Meanwhile, Abigail remained frozen to the spot after Paige’s departure. Her hands clenched tighter and tighter. Her breath was trapped in her chest. The gentle smile had vanished completely from her face, replaced by trembling eyes caught between hurt, anger and s

Jellyfish type of fishy… Paige was someone who actually heard everything intently before giving her unbiased opinion. And most of the time, she didn’t even care! “Liv, if you act nice, Ryan and Kaylee are ready to be your friends. That will make us all popular!” Paige explained. “Why can’t you just act nice for once?” She huffed. Act what now? Is she okay? Did someone shock her with like a gazillion volts of lightning or something? This cannot be what Paige came up with on her own! Paige was real! She wasn’t a fabricated person running after popularity!

“The water is 12 feet tall from the end, she would die.” She was about to jump into the pool after Kayden when Sebastian grabbed her hands and pulled her, she slipped and fell against his chest. “Are you insane?” he asked her curiously before he turned to Deborah. “The fucking lifeguard should be here but where the hell did, he go now, can you go look for that bastard?” “Let me go.” Paige squealed and yelled. “I used to swim a lot when I was in school, I have never gone 12 feet before but I can give it a try.”

Shelly figured Paige might have irritated Chris by bringing up the Flower Bay project, and her mood immediately improved. … In the afternoon, when no one was around, Paige secretly searched the internet for tips on how to flirt. She came across various videos of girls flirting and tried to learn from them. Paige examined them carefully and realized that might be quite a challenge. How could she call Chris "baby" and be playful with him? Or use a cutesy voice and flutter her eyelashes at him? She could see how cute and natural the girls in the video looked, but she could not imagine herself doing the same.

And difficult! “Jesus Christ!” Sienna sighed. “When am I going to be called? I just have to stand here watching these bitches fail at sucking dick. How hard can it be!” “Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance, girl.” Paige guffawed. “Now I’m next!” And with that Paige charged to the center. She ripped her man’s shorts down without a second of hesitation – revealing quite a contrast scene from the last guy. This one was packing heat! Nevertheless, Paige soldiered on like the slut she was, her eyes wide with desire.

"Paige, you will dance in a while, right? Which dance are you going to perform?" "Is that important? Paige can make it even if she doesn't dance. She is backed by Smith Group, and people have to consider Mr. Maddox's feelings. So, who dares to refuse to accept Paige?" "You people can't make irresponsible remarks," Paige said with a red face. The people around her just thought that she was modest, so they all flattered, "Paige, let's congratulate you first!" "You'll be completely prosperous when you become the brand spokesperson of the Talent League. Then, when we invite you to our programs, don't forget us!"

GINGER "It's so nice having you back!" Paige remarked. The weather was beautiful on Paige's day off from warrior duty, so she brought me along with her and Jasmine to ride the Newport to Beebe bike path, which was about an hour from the pack. They were both a lot more fit than me, but they didn't ride too fast so I could keep up with them.

As expected, the women around Ray were not simple. Paige looked at the girl in front of her—so stunningly perfect in proportions that she could find no flaw at all. Her face was nearly flawless, and her figure was even more enviable. That alone made it difficult for Paige to counterattack. Because… she really was "earlier." In the pre-apocalypse world, that would have made Paige a home-wrecker at best. But now? She wasn't even a third party anymore. A ninth? A tenth? Or maybe… already in the teens?

“I’ll be inside the venue in ten.” “Good.” Paige crossed the room and stopped in front of the mirror, adjusted a loose strand of hair, and smiled at her own reflection. “I want eyes on her. Every move. Every second she’s not glued to him.” “And if she doesn’t slip?” he asked. Paige’s smile flustered. “She will. Or you’ll help her.” A brief pause. “She just needs to look guilty,” Paige continued. “Not loud. Something… intimate. Something that makes a man’s imagination do the work.”