Gloria X Marnie Novels & Stories

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

Chapter One— Roseanne's tits Elle's POV The first time I saw Roseanne's tits, I knew my flag wasn't the blue, red and white on the fucking USA flag. It was rainbow! It was Saturday, the start of the weekend, and we were high school seniors in our final year. Roseanne's parents had left that morning for some trip, so the house was all ours until Sunday night. No adults around to bug us, just me and her in her bedroom, door closed, the fan humming softly overhead. The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen.

she exhaled sharply and bowed stiffly, “I’m glad I got to know you all. Would you mind telling Ryle and Kaine the same thing when they return?” The ground beneath their feet quaked and a bright light erupted from the top of the hill. The woman in the olive-green dress disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the shattered remains of the mask on the sand beneath her feet. Arianne wrapped her arms around Éclair as her friend sobbed hard against her chest, burdened by the weight of her decision. Marielle sat on the sand, her eyes fixed on the mask. Xena sidled up next to her, hugging her knees close to her chest.

Her blonde and pink hair was pulled up in two pigtails with matching bows. “Hi.” “Ella, is what we call a Little.” Bunny explained. “And Marnie, is just a straight up Brat.” “And?” Marnie asked. Where Ella was pink and pretty, Marnie was dark and sullen. Her black and electric blue hair was pulled back in a single braid. She wore a low-cut black tank top with BRAT written in silver. They both had blue eyes and Helen guessed that they were both about size twelve.

The following day 5:00pm Mariana glanced at herself in the mirror. The dress she wore was really mesmerising and expensive. It was a sequin, sexy gold evening bridesmaid V-neck long dress. A pair of crystal earrings dangled from her ears, the only pop of colour that was in loving contrast to her lips. She grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to meet Marcello, who was waiting for her. As she descended the stairs, a hungry look overtook Marcello's face as he took her in.

"Good day ma'am. My name is Gloria. I will be your attendant today. Whatever it is you need, you can leave it to me. Right this way ma'am! Gloria said with a wide smile and I followed behind. She led me to a section with clothes that looked close to my size. She had sharp eyes. "Oh, oh. Look, what do we have here. Lauren is that you? A corny feminine voice said behind me and I turned to see Esther Marshal. My heart sank to my stomach. Why here of all places?

00Gloria looked up at her mother for a few seconds and said, "Mom, I'm leaving." 00She had already asked the driver to wait outside. Madam Sinclair wanted to persuade her to stay, so she didn't have to hurry. Thinking that she was married now and it was also a good thing to have a couple's love, she didn't ask her to stay any longer. Instead, she put on a mink coat and went out to give her a gift.

As he walked to his office, he saw a group of models entering the floor and one of them he recognized as Gloria, one of his first models, he stopped and smiled to her. Seeing him, the brown skinned beautiful lady smiled and walked up to him in a sexy catwalk, “Sean, long time no see.” “Gloria,” he observed she was looking more beautiful by the day, her skin was flawless, the chocolate complexion complimented her ebony silky long hair. She had long face and honey brown eyes, which was one of the first things that are noticed when you look at her. She was famously known for her beautiful long legs and she never hesitates to show them off. She was dressed in a long white gown, the front was sho

Mariane complimented him. “Aww,” the makeup artist clapped her hands and smiled at her. “I am flattered, Ma’am. Thank you. Now let’s wear your gown. I’m excited to see.” Mariane nodded. The stylists helped her to wear her white Swarovski off-shoulder ball gown.

“Aren’t you too old to be fighting? I mean you’re no spring chicken.” “Well, I shudder to know what your real age is darling,” Gloria responded coolly. “But don’t let us talk about age. You don’t really know me or know what’s up here.” She tapped a finger to her temple. “But what you don’t know about me should frighten you.” “What are you? The boogie man?” One of the men smirked. “Worse.” Gloria gave a brilliant smile. “I’m a woman. And what I can think of, a man…boogie or otherwise, can’t hold a candle to.”