Novel & Cerita Goodgirl

The radio crackled from the speaker near the registers. I paid, thanked the cashier, and headed toward the exit, basket swinging against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” “Billie? Oh my god, it’s Mills!”A familiar voice came through. Mills, my colleague from Judy’s Fast Food. We hadn’t spoken in a while. “Mills? Wow. It’s been forever.” “Too long! You okay?”She asked. I shifted the bags to my other arm. “Yeah. I’m… fine.”

The lady halted in front of Tessa, pulling out her glasses to reveal her green eyes. Tessa blinked in confusion. She hesitated, assessing her before slowly nodding. “Who are you?” She asked. “I’m Eloise, from Anhill Escorts.” She showed Tessa her identity card. “Our services were hired to assist you at the airport today.” Eloise smiled as she extended her hand to take the luggage from Tessa. “I’ll help with this.” Tessa didn’t hand it over. She was still scrutinizing the stranger to see if she was real.

The girl standing in front of us revealed another face. It wasn't Saoirse, it was Annalise, pretending to be the girl Lennox wanted to see. “Saoirse Vincenzo? What a disrespect, Lennox.” Zeus will pretend to ask. “Are you calling my girl a Vincenzo?” Annalise and I exchange subtle glances, there was a quiet understanding between me and her, an assurance that the plan was executed. A plan to deceive a monster.

Now, I calmly retorted, "So what? Donna's position is mine. If he loves you so much, why won't he marry you?" Lucy looked at me in disbelief, seemingly not expecting that I, who had always been weak, would fight back so fiercely. "I knew you were faking it! But even if you get Donna's position, so what? Everything Asher has is mine!" She quickly suppressed her anger, revealing a hint of sarcasm. "You think Asher spoils you, but for every gift he gives you, he gives me something even more expensive! He promised you a regional limited edition, but gave me a global limited edition. If he celebrates you with citywide fireworks for a day, he'll make it up to me for two. Everything you get is some

“Here.” “Oh hi,” I mutter as I take the cup from her and have a sip. The familiar taste of ginger lingers on my tongue before it dulls, and I return my attention to the smiling girl before me. She’s blonde; her hair is quite long. Might have fun with that later. She’s in ripped shorts and a shiny tank top that barely holds her breast. If she tries a little jump, she might as well be flashing me—not that I wouldn’t like that. She keeps that smile on her face as she just stands there and stares at me, almost as if she’s inviting me and who am I to decline? She’s just what I’m looking for. That pretty face of hers is just a bonus.

"My name is Zella King, and I'm a survivor of sexual abuse." The room went silent. Dawn shifted against my chest, and I started bouncing on my heels, my hand supporting her small head. She loved it when I did that. She made a soft sound, and I looked down to see her grey eyes, blinking up at me sleepily. "Hi, baby girl," I whispered. She flashed me a gummy smile, and my insides turned into marshmallows. I reached a finger out to her, and she latched on to it with her tiny fists.

Came a sudden snarky voice. Closing my locker door, I turned my head with a frown. Leaning against the wall next to my locker was Trisha, a smirk gracing her lips. "Hi, to you too." I groaned. Laughing, Trisha pushed a red lollipop into her mouth. Trisha was the embodiment of a bad girl with a weird, sweet, girly personality. With a nose piercing and blue eyes, made to stand out with her dark brown eye shadow and dark purple hair, she was one girl that always stood out amongst us mundane-looking people. "You ready for the field trip at the end of the week?"

she brought her book back to her face. Grace sighed "come with me to a party tonight. You can take some evening air and clear your mind a bit, have fun, drink, meet new friends. Honey, you have been in Australia for the past three months now but you don't know anywhere, neither do you have any friends. Now, where is a better way to get started than a party, hmm?" Olivia sat up from her bed "I'm not interested aunt." Grace rolled her eyes, "then what are you interested in? To dress up like a boy and stand in from of a mirror all day practicing your brother's voice and the way he walks?"

It sounded cliché, of course, even if it’s true. Then I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I didn’t know why I was shy at all. “Thank you… that was more than I expected.” He gazed at my face for a moment, then he smiled. “You are welcome, Gia. I’m glad you liked your first time.” “It was so wonderful. I think you’ve ruined Mr. Beast.” “Whose Mr. Beast?” he asked, elegant eyebrows knotting. “My vibrator,” I replied. He laughed, surprised. That pushed him out of me. I smiled, relieved that I didn’t feel shy anymore.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s