It Ain't Me Babe Tillie Cole 소설 & 이야기

“You’re evil.” “Correction,” Tilly said, recording her dramatic spin in the middle of the sidewalk, “I’m a journalist of joy.” “You’re going to get me killed.” “Please, Xavier’s too busy brooding to care.” The car door shut with a thud. As the engine started, Tilly sent a short clip of Aveline laughing under neon lights, captioned: Look who learned how to have fun 😘 Aveline leaned against the glass, crying and laughing. She mumbled incoherent words. She wiped her tears, giggling and sniffing. After a few minutes, she passed out.

I answered hesitantly. "Mm nice name, this on my left is Elisa and this on my right is Hailey." She said with a wide smile. Everything about them was so damn wrong and what was with such a setup, it was like a freaking clique movie where all blonds were rich popular kids. Damn, their bodies too were the actual deal out of a teen movie drama, slim and tall. My guess was that they were like those in mean girls. "Can I ask you something?" I asked softly.

“Her mate was part of my team, and that is how they even met. However, he betrayed me for a petty sum of money. If you really want to, you can do your own research. His name was Cole Foxton.” But how can I do that when you can set up fake websites and all? I think, but remain silent, thinking of the little boy who Quade said was killed so heartlessly… was Nikita really capable of that? I now look at him. “I hope that despite everything, that you aren’t so sick as to make up the death of a child.” I say quietly. He observes me for a moment before he moves closer and holds out his tattooed arm and points to a spot on his bulging biceps. I look past his perfect muscles to what he’s showing me.

“Zoe is cool ,modern and powerful,sounds like a CEO!” “Ava sounds like a queen!” The baby hiccupped. The nurse slowly lowered herself into the chair like someone settling in for a live television drama. “I’ll just… wait.” Lisha narrowed her eyes. “Why do you even want to name her Zoe , I should have known you cheating on me with that girl Zoe that’s why you came back late all those nights “. “Where are you even getting this Lisha!” “I saw it on i*******m, you like every picture of hers”.

He asked facing me "No dad," I replied "You can't even beacuse you were still a little child then," "When you know, why did you ask me... All this Nigerian parents sef." "Anabelle was really a cute child when she was little," Uncle Gbenga said which made me to blush "Yeah she was. So I heard you now have a brand ambassador," He said "Yes, she is the famous Tara Banks, beautiful, intelligent and smart," Eric replied smiling while I fumed with anger

I lovingly said. STORYTELLER POV: Yaze get in the car, Celo drove the car. On the way, she asked Celo to stop in a clinic. "Celo can we stop by the clinic of Dr. Moreno first, please. I just need a quick check up," Yaze politely requested to Celo. "Sure, are you sick?" Celo worriedly asked. "No, I just want to have a check up of my back," Yaze found her reason to say.

I placed her favorite toppings on the pizza and once I was done I placed it in the oven. "Mommy when am I going to finally meet daddy? Tylee asked her gaze fixed on the picture she was coloring. I froze in my tracks and my head went blank for the first time. She always finds me staring at pictures of Sébastien on my phone and now she's convinced that he's the father she never had. I walked towards and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Baby I promise you'll meet him soon". She smiled and hugged me tightly. I couldn't lie to her and shatter her little fragile heart. She was just a kid.

Nadia “Wow,” I whisper, looking down at Cole. “That’s…crazy.” In my mind, I turn over everything he just told me about the trip to the Children of Solace and his meeting with my dad. He conveniently leaves out the part about Rose being topless in his tent but…well. I forgive him for that because I’m pretty sure I caught everything. I study Cole’s handsome face as I think it through. And, I mean, he’s ostensibly handsome – not just handsome to me. It’s just a fact of his being, like having dark hair and blue eyes.