Miss Doublefinger Novels & Stories

"You can say that I'm curious to know more about you, Miss Oriel." "Looks like the most feared gangster in the city lacks interesting stuff in his life," she took another sip out of the cup. "Nah! you're wrong. I have got amusing things in my life," commented Mr. Bruce. "But you, Miss Oriel, have managed grab my attention despite them which obviously makes you more interesting. "Interesting?" she repeated. "I am a broke girl who sneaked in your party uninvited. "You had confidential information to give me. Then it is fine."

Smiled where the cameras wanted me to. But somewhere, between the words and the flashes of light, my gaze dropped briefly to the ring on my right hand. A rare pink diamond. A promise the world never knew of. No one asked about it. And I never told them. Just before the final photo, the journalist asked one last question: “If you could describe your art in one sentence, what would you say?” I looked right into the camera. My voice was steady, my soul not. “I dance for the things I cannot say.”

The electric shocks coursed through our bodies once more, a painful reminder of what is at stake if we refuse. In each of our wristbands, the message reads: ╒═══════════:۩:═════:۩:══════:۩:═══════════╕ ░░▓░░░░▓░░░ S E C O N D M I S S I O N ░░░░░▓░░░▓░░ Venture into the Crypts of Bone — find the missing piece of the map that will show you the way to your final goal.

urinate, he let out a moan as I extended my legs wide open to allow him better access. "Kent, stop!" His only sound was a moan, and I barely heard it. He deftly persisted in his current activity. Although I felt a little discomfort, it was unquestionably fantastic that he stuck his finger inside of me. Subsequently, it transformed into an excellent thing. Kent, I need to go to the bathroom! Out of the blue, I said it. "Arrest it, Tart!" With lightning speed, his finger plunged in and out. A knot formed in my lower back. "Kent, go faster! I am thrilled! Very much so! Oh my! I am no longer inhibited. Kent was providing me a sense of satisfaction that I was addicted to. To my delight, Kent com

“I did this all for nothing!” Memories of how I messed up flashed between my eyes. Dammit Summer why do you have to be the clumsiest one. I hear the sound of my message tone. I quickly unlock my phone. ‘We won.. Competition had an after party.. :p’ -Ginger I reply saying, ‘That’s cool.. Congrats’ -Summer ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then.’ -Ginger ‘yeah see ya’- Summer I was currently stalking James’ Facebook profile. Every picture I saw, I would always eat a big scoop of ice cream and cry.

Took out me and my baby in one move. But she never enjoyed Finley or my life. Before it even started, she fell to her death. Alone, at home. Now fate hit reset. This time, she clung to Lindsay without blinking. Her tiny fingers gripped mine, eyes stormy. "Hannah, this time Finley's mine. You're stuck with psycho Dakota. I've got Lindsay—she'll get me early surgery, and I'll have the kind of face guys worship." *** Lindsay had an eye for beauty, no doubt.

All I have to be pleased with at the moment is the thought of his lips so close to mine. "Tell me how much you missed me" I felt his fingers inch closer to my hips but when he didn't hear me, he stopped right at the top of my panties and he wasn't going to move until I spoke. "I've miss you so much that it....it hurt my heart to ignore you"

Chapter 23 Missy struggled underneath his skin over her. Screaming from the painful impingement of his finger pinching hard on her two nipples thrilling down a cold feeling. Her cuffed hands above her head came down striving hard to prevent the action from further damage but could not move farther below her neck area. Tyler stopped, a rush of relief crashing all over Missy as she sighed profusely, almost in tears for how painful that was. “Let me go, please.” She begged, not wanting to know and leave her body to find out what next he has in store for her to do tonight.

Oscar seethes. Fingers, a dude that patched into our pack right about the time I first came here, jumps down from a counter and opens his phone to take notes. We like to document things since in the heat of the moment, as we’re in our element, sometimes we can forget little things that might be important. He got the name Fingers because he’s a hell of a thief. He can take your jewelry, your wallet and even your girl without you even realizing. I think the dude is 29 or so, but he’s got a boy next door face that makes him look my age.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto