Jamie Miller Heres Your Perfect Novels & Stories

Oh, come on. "She broke the flower vase on his head? Is she mad or something?" "Exactly. That was how she ruined a perfectly fine shoot for us. We did this shoot like two months ago and now, it just got released." I looked at the picture on Aminah's screen. It was Tamara Wright with her mother, all bright smiles, all perfect bodies and poses, all perfect net worth and connection. She even made it to Africa's 30 under 30 at age 14 and yet, I wonder if there was more to all her perfect life.

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

"Oh, honey, she's got an intact cherry." Mr. Miller grinned from ear to ear. This would make such a hot video. Preacher's Daughter Gets Her Cherry Popped. I loved the idea as Mrs. Miller flicked her tongue over my clit again. She danced about it. This was so hot having the gorgeous MILF devour me.

she asked with a harsh voice, which showed she was displeased hearing Hillary’s voice. “Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on your success. You are finally a few steps away from achieving what we all thought you couldn’t. But you know, you haven’t won yet because you never know what can happen within these few hours left” Hillary said with confidence and with a smirk on her face.

“Yes?” I asked what Ms. Jones wanted to convey. It must be about Amelia. She is so intelligent that she always wants to know everything with more detailed explanations. “Ms. Garcia wants to talk to you. She wants you to be at her cabin, right now.” She said and left. Amelia never saw me except yesterday. We never met anywhere at any time. I’ve seen her interviews and even when she goes to her car after work. Her confidence always impressed me. Her bluish big almond eyes, black silky hair, button-like nose, pink full lips when I saw her up-close that time made me blush for the first time.

Michael was beside him—tied to a chair. Lena's heart pounded. Mercer smiled for the camera. "Hello, Lena." Mercer's Warning Lena had her fists clenched. "How long has this been live?" she ordered. Noah checked. "Not live. Pre-recorded." Mercer's voice filled the speakers. "You keep following me, but you don't know how to play the game. You think you're tracking me?" He laughed. "I'm letting you play. But games have a cost." Lena's stomach turned.

“Happens when you belong to an uber large family, “ she had dimpled as she held baby Cian in her arms. Bianca settled down on the lounger with a sigh. Jamie was a pleasant person to have around. She did not need to chatter all the while. Jamie radiated a comfortable aura, something of her mother, probably, mused Bianca ruminatively. Right now, Jamie perched on a stool by the window, scrolling her phone with one hand and twirling the straw in her iced matcha, the one that the efficient Sylvie had got her, with the other. Her look was casual but curated—an oversized pastel yellow tee tucked in just enough at the front, silver rings stacked across her fingers, and a patchwork denim bucket hat t

Diana stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she dropped it. She couldn't believe it, it was amazing to know that she still had a perfect body. Her breasts were firm, but now larger than before, her waist still looked narrow, her legs were now more shapely than before, and her butt, which had always been her greatest attribute after her face, was arguably now enviable. «At least all is not lost,» She said to herself with a shrug.

I adjusted my trousers and watched another boring match until it was time for the final match between Mila and a big fucking guy. Mila's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing black leggings and a top that hugged her every fucking curve. Fucking hell, she is beautiful. How could I ever have been dumb enough to call her fat or whatever else the fuck I said. She was perfect—her big ass, her perfect boobs, and I even loved that fat upper pussy area. It would be the best fucking pillow to put my head on.

She took a bite if the cake. "Yummy", She said. Adam smiled. " Why?", She asked him. "I just find out that you looked cute when eating", He said. Mia face couldn't help but turn red. " Don't flatter me. You were probably thinking that I'm a glutton", She said. The man in hoodie scoffed on the other side. 'Did his opinion matters so much to her? She needed compliments and sweet nothings so much? Maybe I should have complimented her more'