Ginger X Cosmo Novels & Stories

"Oops! Don't drink cold water yet. Your drink is on the table." He pointed to the green cup. I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Well, I'm pretty sure you got caught in the rain. It's better to be cautious, especially during the rainy season." I took the glass, feeling thirsty. My expression soured a bit after a sip. "Oh?" I replied in surprise. "It's ginger with calamansi and salt. Isn't that what you give me when I have a cough?" he said with a hint of a smile, as if he wanted to tease me.

Suddenly, Ginger reaches for her glass, but her elbow knocks against the edge of her plate, sending a splash of sauce onto Caspian’s crisp white shirt. “Oh, my God!” she gasps, grabbing a napkin. “I’m so sorry.” She panics as she dabs at his shirt. “I wasn’t looking. I—” Caspian catches her wrist, stopping her frantic movements. “Ginger,” he says smoothly, turning her hand over. Then, to my utter disgust, he presses a kiss to her palm, smiling at her. “It’s nothing.” My inside tightens, burning like a slow, insidious fire. I grip the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay seated when all I want to do is throw my plate across the room.

The bartender made eye contact with me, and I bit my tongue as someone’s elbow jabbed into my side, breaking my contact with the girl who had the power to give me cosmos. “Hello?” I yelled when she turned to the guy next to me. “Waiting here!” She looked between me and him, panicked, but I just lifted my eyebrows. “Um, okay.” “Can I have a cosmo, please?” I asked, still shouting over the music. Her eyes flicked between me and the elbow-jabber before she nodded and disappeared. “Damn.” Fingertips ghosted across my lower back, coming to rest at the curve of my ass. “You never dropped the sass, huh?”

<><><> RESTROOM** "Isn't that Spice face moisturizer?" Gracie asked Ginger and she smirked. "Y'all know she can't do without this once she wash her face" Ginger said. "So what's the plan?" Selena asked. "I asked Drake for some chemical to burn her face,I don't know the one he gave me but I don't care,as long as that face get destroyed to irritate Royal,that's all I want" Ginger said,mixing the chemical with the moisturizer

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

ᯓ★ Frustrated with her current situation, Ginger went to a bar to grab some alcohol in hopes that it would help her forget her frustrations for a while and just have fun. Even though she was not going to work, she still kept her real identity hidden by wearing her wig and contact lenses. And for tonight’s outfit, she wore an off-shoulder short tight black dress, showing her curves in the right places and some cleavage as well. The length of her skirt was above her knee, showing her flawless legs and thighs. She let her wavy hair fall up to her shoulders and wore her favorite earrings.

"We're not discussing this. That's tomorrow." "Okay, okay. Well, I came over to discuss something else. I got these two ginger drinks I wanted to share with you." He held up two glass bottles. They were a dark, murky color, almost like swamp water. "Ginger drinks? Those look repulsive." "They're supposed to be good. And good for you." "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Positive." I let him hand me mine, staring at the brown liquid. I held it up to my nose. It didn't particularly smell like anything. It just looked gross. "Did you want to cheer?"

What's her name? - Cindy Connor. He cracked a smile. - I'm told she likes fancy drinks. At least once in my life I want to feel like her... What does she like to drink most? - We're talking about Cosmopolitan. - He smiled, going to prepare. Minutes later the bartender appeared with a flat glass, with a reddish liquid inside and a slice of lemon... or orange. I couldn't identify. - Vodka, cranberry juice , orange liqueur and lime juice. You can add a slice of lemon or orange to garnish. She prefers orange, so I made hers like this. - He explained.

After several minutes of keeping an eye on his work, the drink for three is readily served in front of us. "Here's your cosmo beautiful ladies. Enjoy the night." The bartender winked at Isabel while giving us the cocktail glass filled with pinkish drinks. "So, this is cosmo huh?" I talked to myself and smirked. By its smell, I can tell that it is sweet. "Thank you, handsome." Isabel blinked her eyes flirtatiously. "Eww," I heard Catherine uttered with a disapproving look. She's disgusted by her friend's action. The other woman just threw her a scornful look.

He had guessed to take things slow for now so as not to freak the woman out. “What was this place called again?”, she asked her gaze back at the view. He turned his head towards the wonderful sight. “Kósmima.” The silver-haired woman turned her head towards him, meeting his red eyes glowing from the sun. “Kósmima? What does that mean?”