Novel & Cerita Invincible Debbie Hair Down

"You watched Bobby grow up too, yet you still ended up killing her! Since you don't care about our families' friendship, why should I care about you?" With those words, her palm lifted slightly. Four men surged forward, pinning Debbie to the ground. One man held her hands above her head, two others each secured a leg, and the last prepared the camera, inching closer to Debbie. Debbie tried to escape, but pinned down by limbs, she could only watch helplessly as her clothes were ripped from her body. With a 'hiss,' her clothing was torn to shreds, exposing her perfect figure to all eyes. "Ah..."

It would not be too late for him to make his move later if she could not defeat them. Nevaeh stood in place calmly. As she looked at those muscular men charging at her, her lips curled into a sneer. She then turned her body to the side and dodged the leader's punch. As she turned her body, she punched the leader violently on his back with both her fists and kicked him hard. The leader did not expect that Nevaeh would be able to dodge his punch. He was more than 190 centimeters tall, yet he was kicked so hard that he took a few steps back.

Andre carries Debby bridal style and look down at her. "You're so gonna pay for this when you wake up!" To be continued.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

Evangeline sighed, running her fingers through her perfectly straight, snow-white hair. "Do not say that. Your hair is perfect. How could it not be? It is a symbol of the Moon Goddess.” Deborah turned to face her cousin, intertwining their hands “And, don’t worry. I know that before I was always wetting your shoulder with my tears because of this, but... Iron is always saying that my hair is beautiful, so... I have no reason to cry anymore. Whenever he tells me I'm completely perfect... I feel like I really am.” She admitted, with a passionate sigh, reaching for the claim mark on her neck, still throbbing from having been made so recently. “Our lovely Debbie... Who could have imagined that y

The nanny was on a break. Calvin took the opportunity to examine Debbie’s physical appearance more closely. When he had noticed her bright hazel eyes in the study, he had almost frozen. Her dark brown, curly hair was well moisturized, so much so it practically looked wet. Her hair was in a ponytail. Her skin was a shade and half lighter than Jessica’s. Debbie had her mother’s cheekbones, but her smile was frighteningly familiar. “She’s a pretty little girl,” Yvonne whispered to him.

Zac and Hector, who were playing a shooting game, looked over at us. "Hey, Debbie! Keep your voice down, weren't you supposed to be shy?" I asked, frowning. "I'm shy, but I'm proud of my Babe Hector, girl! He's so strong. I enjoyed every moment of it!" Debbie said dreamily, gazing up at the clouds. Whoa, the effect is different. Blank and creepy expression! Debbie is smiling all ears and I'm happy for her. She seems to be on cloud nine, lost in her own world. I couldn't understand what she was saying.

Rain. The moment I set my eyes on Debbie, my heart dropped. She was walking towards the car, one hand clutching her ribs like if she didn't hold it, she might fall apart. Her usually full hair, a beautiful hair that I so much craved running my fingers through, was now nothing but damp, messy strands. The nightdress she wore, one strap had been cut off. By the side of her eye was a purple map. And evidence of brutality. Fuck, the white silk nightdress ruined by stains of blood.

After a few seconds, she flopped down on Ivy's bed again and flailed her arms and legs in the air like she was fighting a very hated enemy. Since Deborah was only wearing a short-sleeved hanging blouse and a pair of denim shorts, the skin on his arms and legs were exposed, the smoothness and lack of scars or any blemish made the sight blinding. But of course, if her complexion was compared to the black-haired beauty next to her, she would appear two levels lacking. Ivy munched on her food while rocking her chair. The creaking sound it made annoyed Deborah. The blonde woman got up and stared at the other fiercely.

But no matter what happened, I couldn’t let Debby be accused and insulted for who she was. “Faith!” Debby’s warning reached my ear far too late. By then, the damage had already been done. “Really now?” Julia’s voice was oddly calm, oddly composed, as the smile wiped off of her face. “Girls?” The next thing I knew, Debby and I were being ripped apart and several of the women were holding us by our arms and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t struggle out of their grip. Someone yanked on my hair painfully, making me cry out in pain, while I saw Debby fall to the floor as the two women holding her down kicked the back of her knees.