Hayley Williams Ass Novels & Stories

Hailey grumbled, coming into the kitchen. “You were supposed to help us out,” I say, looking at her. She sighed. “I’m tired; Rosie is glued on my hips all day,” she says, showing me the vomit on her clothes. I laughed. Hailey is a 19-year-old and is in her first year in college studying business, and on the side she is also a model. She’s quite famous, and I am happy to see her grow. She is a reflection of me; the only difference is she’s happy and rich. While I was her age, I was suffering. Anyways, we are all proud of our model superstar.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.