Romans & histoires Mary Elizabeth Perks Of Being A Wallflower

My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Holy sht.* I pulled my hands away and stared at them. They were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't the elite, untouchable Elizabeth Monroe. I was Mara Collins. A girl from a crumbling apartment with a sick mother and a bank account that was permanently in the red. If Adrian Holt ever discovered that the girl he was currently terrorizing was a complete nobody and a liar who wiped down sticky bar counters for a living, he wouldn't just have me fired. He would destroy me.

Third Person's POV The mirror reflected a woman who looked perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect smile. And yet Miley Perez hated the person staring back at her. She sat at the vanity table in her apartment bedroom, gripping a lipstick tube so tightly her fingers hurt. Perfect. The word had followed Astrid Woods her entire life. Perfect daughter. Perfect heiress. Perfect friend. Even perfect fiancée. Miley let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” she muttered. The word tasted like poison.

she added with a wink as she turned towards the closet. “And one more thing, Richie, there are people watching us here. Mr. Reynolds is our number one fan.” she said as she disappeared into the walk-in closet. Richard was dumbfounded, he couldn't even utter a word. Well, Elizabeth is always good at making him feel this speechless. Speaking of his self control. He's not sure how good he is any more. She's already messing with his head and he's finding it hard to think straight whenever she's around, especially after their little makeout the other day. She's definitely not Annabelle. Because she can't be this good at seduction. Annabelle is shy and innocent, and won't even initiate sex. But El

I am more surprised to see him than they are. All of a sudden, Amelia Klein, one of my classmate at college stood up, drawing the attention of everyone. Amelia was one of the big girls in school back then, all thanks to the wealth of her parent. She bullied and humiliated me always. I never knew she was around, maybe her aim was to see how awful the meeting will end. Thank God she was disappointed. She approached Caleb and smelled the flower he was holding. That act made Caleb tighten his face as he glanced at her with disgust.

Naomi’s expression mirrored her own pain, softening with empathy, her hands clenching involuntarily. “My parents love seized the moment they learned of my sexuality,” Elizabeth continued between shaky breaths, “and no matter how they tried to bend me to their will, I stayed alone. All I ever wished for came through when I got the scholarship.” Her eyes glistened, tears pooling as she added softly, “I have never met anyone who charmed me like this one.” She lowered her gaze to the photograph again, clutching the photo to her chest, smiling faintly through the tears that rolled freely down her cheeks.

‎Flora’s gaze lingered on me, sharp and curious, waiting for an introduction. ‎"Oh—sorry, Mum, this is my friend, Elizabeth. The goddaughter of Don Julio Alvarez," he said firmly. ‎The name Alvarez must’ve hit her nerves; her expression shifted slightly. ‎"I know you," Tamia said with a grin, scanning me from head to toe. "You’re that Elizabeth—the girl who hit a bouncer’s head with a bottle at the club. That video was all over social media back then. Damn, you look different now. You really inspire me, you know?"

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

The place was brightly lit with lights twinkling in the dark. It was her favorite time of the year -- the holiday -- because it's time for the year end party. Tomorrow's the start of the holiday vacation and Jewel was excited to spend her vacation on reading her favorite x-rated books. "Look! Isn't that Sheena Marquez? The so-called queen bee of the campus?" Hazel's voice awakened her from stupor. Jewel raised her gaze and saw a girl in a black dress with red lips. Her hair was raised in a ponytail and her posture was good, just as expected of a girl belonging to elite circle.

What intrigued me the most in all of this was the niece. Yekaterina Pavlov, 25 years old, recently graduated from medical school, exemplary grades, and a model citizen. She was the typical good girl. Just got engaged to her boyfriend, Neal Anderson, a chef. She seemed to have a normal life, more than normal, a perfect life. But I couldn't forget that Victor seemed that way too. I needed to find out what was happening in that family, and I would do whatever it took to succeed. My future depended on it.

Everyone deserves to have their happily ever after, after all. When El's eyes was staring ahead at the guest, her eyes widen in surprise as she finally sets her eyes on the one and only, Alissa Perez or now, better known as Alissa freakin Walton. Piercing green eyes, looking almost emerald in contrast to her fair skin and beautiful hair adorned with a gorgeous veil with floral intricate and diamonds shimmering when it hits the light Clarke notice El stops walking and turned to her. “What’s wrong? Cold feet?” “I’m frozen Clarke. I don’t think I can do this. I feel like vomiting, my head is pounding, my fingers are shaking...: