Girly Stuff Novels & Stories

Making me go still in red alert. " Aren't you an interesting little thing , beautiful?" And that's when I see the asshole aka the Alpha Neil Richardson. Walking towards me. Dressed in a crisp business suit. A glass of whisky in his hands and that arrogant smirk? Plastered. " Generally girls beg in this state. Few even plead me to take them. And look at you" Crouching down to my level. His eyes take in my body. Lust clouding in them. To continue. " Ferocious like a lioness tied by chains. Snapping. Resisting. Denying."

I have nothing in common with a guy like that. We walk in front of Briar's house when another car pulls up with a couple more girls. I learn they live in the house with Briar and they seem nice enough. The smaller one, Izzy, is a little too chatty for my liking. She's got that kind of personality that I can't stand. I can't remember how people describe it... Oh yeah. Bubbly. I involuntarily shudder at the thought.

Or worse: had he not known what he was? “That’s for you,” Andrei said, handing her a woman’s cable-knitted jumper, so big it fell to her knees. It stunk of old sweat but she was relieved there had been no children in the apartment as all the clothes were adult size. She supplemented the jumper with several scarves. Dressed as warmly as possible, they went back out onto the landing. The long thin thing that Svetlana had seen on the stairs was still there, as immobile as a log.

One wall was covered in baby dolls and chemises, one with bras and panties, and another held a doorway to a section at the back labeled “18+ only.” Well, it doesn’t take a genius to work out that that’s where the toys were. The bright colors assaulted my senses and a streak of excitement fizzled through my body. Lingerie shopping was my favorite thing ever, but in a store I’ve never been in? This was a whole new level of heaven. “Go wild,” George whispered in my ear, lightly squeezing my ass. I walked to the wall of bras and trailed my fingers across a few different styles. T-shirt, balconette, push-up… There was lace and frills and trims, and oh, God. I can’t.

It was time that I focus on more and less of my sister. I was also going to try to build a good relationship with her… Maybe she was not as bad as I thought. “Are you looking up to the ceiling and fantasizing about touching yourself again?” I jolted to the sound of her voice and my ankles almost twisted. “Hello, Liv!” She was putting on a baggy loose jogger that just held on to the thick parts of her ass. On her upper body, she was putting on a bralette. It was in her butterfly design and it exposed her cleavage in the most tantalizing way. They were close together and packed our, like two bundles of bug apples that were waiting for honey to be poured on them.

I flirted and she pinched me. "ouch"I said and she winked at me and wore her black cap. Oh baby, Can't you see, Am calling a guy like you, should wear a warning, your dangerous am loving it she sang playing with her cap. To high can't come down it's in the air, spinning around and round I grabbed hips. oh do you feel me noooow I sang in her neck and shivered she turned. With the taste of your lips Am on ride, come toxic,come sip it under

As if that was not enough, Chuck then took out the feminine hygiene product. He called a few men over to lift my legs to make me use the product. They completely violated me. By nighttime, I was completely worn out from what they had done to me. I collapsed weakly as I grabbed my computer. The brightness of the screen hurt my eyes. The document was titled: Resignation due to personal reasons. They felt meaningless. Chuck would not agree to let me resign. If I left anyway, he would deduct my wages. The maternity store had always smelled sweet, with a cloying smell of baby formula. Normally, that smell could calm a crying baby right down. But it felt so suffocating that I could barely breathe.

More of the same. And the next... Cosmetics: lipsticks, foundations, eyeliners and mascaras, blushers and shadows, designer perfume and cheap scent, powders, lotions and creams. No woman needs all this. Still moving carefully, I back out. A quick search of the rest of the room reveals more of the same. Chock-full wardrobes. Jammed drawers. Wigs, sunglasses, scarves, gloves, sashes and shawls. Battalions of nail varnish bottles stand in ranks on the dresser. The drawers are jammed with underwear: panties, bras, stockings.

“Alright, play it smart. Skip the flashy stuff next time—go for the personal hits. Something girly, thoughtful. Like lingerie sets in her favorite colors, or custom jewelry with a story behind it. Perfume she mentioned once, handwritten note tucked in. Shows you pay attention, not just your wallet. Flash wears off; thought sticks.”Enzo’s eyes lit up subtle, like gears clicking into place. Straightened in the chair, coffee forgotten. “Lingerie. Shit, yeah.

there are soo many beautiful girls out there waiting for just a smile from me then why am I soo stuck up with this one? Because she's better than all those beautiful girls to me. What what?! Why did I even think about something like that? That too soo cringey! I sighed. This won't do.... I can't keep wasting my time like this because of some fangirl. She wasn't even a fangirl anymore. Why am I soo sad about it? Good riddance right. She isn't even contacting Bhai. Perfect... But why isn't she my fan anymore. That definitely hurts my pride. That's right! That's the reason why I'm soo riled up. I don't have any feelings for her... ofcourse....