Inside Out Novelas e Histórias

Basso chimed in with a flurry of flattery. Not one of them corrected her. I stood off to the side like a maid, holding her heavy designer schoolbag for her. Another time, I used money I'd saved up for ages to buy a limited-edition vinyl record. When the package arrived, Francesca was right in the middle of filming a video with gifts from her fans scattered all over the floor. She stared at the box with my name on it for three seconds, then turned around and tossed it straight out the window. I rushed downstairs, only to find the crushed remains of the record on the road.

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

He did not do it to me because I was from an average home. I thought he was an okay person compared to the rest, until there was a new girl in my class, Jayla. Jayla was very pretty with blue eyes and brown hair. She looked like a supermodel and was drop dead gorgeous. I wondered what she was doing in science class when art class was going to be more beneficial to her, because what agency would not want her to model for them?

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

When I went to the hospital to get medicine, I ran into Nico. “We found the child. He’s in shock and has a high fever.” He blocked my path. “Lena, if you have any grievances, take them out on me. Don’t hurt the innocent! Come with me now and apologize to Sophia and the child!” Dizzy and irritated, I said, “Why should I apologize to that b*st*rd? I’d rather he were dead.” Nico didn’t get angry. He only watched me leave. After getting my medicine and arriving at the underground parking garage, a figure suddenly appeared behind me and covered my mouth and nose with a drugged cloth.

"Yes, She was here for a day. Just in that cell over there. Seemed she was special like me. She kept on talking about how messed up her life was. Good God, I didn't know what to feel. Sympathy or Disgust. She talked about how evil was meant for her, how she's going to be evil cause there's no good left in the world, how her fun had turned to sorrow. She oozed pain and sorrow Collins." Collins froze as he did the math. May was living and breathing under his own nose. "I have to go. Reynolds is a bubbling wine product. The guy who owns the factory is Reynolds and he hates Payne just like us. I'll give you the deets, I promise." He stroke her cheek before hurrying off. He was filled with repuls

Did they just offend the wrong person? The elevator went directly to the 37th floor. Outside the president’s office, Wilson knocked on the door. Lucia heard a deep, cold voice from inside, full of magnetism, with a bit of majestic superiority which not all men possessed. “Come in " Just listening to this voice made people feel that the person inside wasn’t an easy person to deal with. Lucia was wondering if this man was also young like Mr Guenté. After all it is said that " birds of a feather, flock together."

"Yes. What is your name? My name is Dezmond" "Where are you? Why are you in my house?" Ruby was starting to panic; she was having a conversation with an invisible man. "I am not in your house. I am inside your head. Please tell me your name, it is important." He sounded concerned and Ruby instantly started to trust him. "I'm Ruby Lockton. I must be crazy" "You're not crazy. Where do you live?" "Royal Wood." "I will find you. I will keep you safe. I will be with you soon." It was silent. Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation.

I felt my heartbeat racing, my bottled-up emotions on the brim of exploding. Deep inside I want to scream and jump with this news. Garrett came through. A little too late, but hell has descended to our town right to the doorstep of our wretched mansion. It's out in the world finally. I was raped. Brandon is a soulless devil and the whole Johnson name that was once an epitome of a perfect family is now drenched in the mud with this scandal and my blood is all in their hands. This is a victory for me but I'm just getting started.