Modest Novels & Stories

Moore. Chuckling, I place my palm on her shoulder and exaggeratedly whisper. “Jeez, kid, way to sell yourself.” April crosses her arm across her chest and mutters back. “Just letting them know before they seal the deal.” She waves her hand at Mr. Moore again, “Don’t want to get Mr. M’s hopes up in case you ask for a refund.” Everyone laughs. April’s definitely right about being a handful. “We’re sure.” Tate and Chelsea reply in unison.

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.

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I asked Jarren, looking through the bibs. “They’re at the register.” Was his response. I shifted through the bibs before picking one that said, “Mommy’s Little Trouble Maker.” It was purpled with white writing. I was definitely getting it. I placed it in the basket before turning back to the wall. I found one that said, “I’m Cute, Just like My Daddy.” Knowing how true that would be, I laughed before showing it to Jarren.

However, he still regarded me with disdain, as if I were a discarded piece of trash on the sidewalk. Trying my best not to let his judgment affect me, I left the store and continued walking. After some time, I stumbled upon a shop with elegant gowns and dresses showcased in the window. One particular dress caught my eye immediately. It was a stunning African-print gown with a captivating low V-cut. The flared bottom flowed beautifully, and the shoes displayed alongside it matched perfectly. I was enticed to buy it, but the thought of not having anywhere to wear it dampened my enthusiasm.

He was looking at me the way he looked at everything: direct, assessing, without the softening layer most people applied to their expressions when they were being observed in return. "Modest dress at all times," he said. "In the common areas, in the grounds, and in the presence of guests." I held his gaze. "Define modest." Something moved behind his eyes. "Appropriate coverage. Nothing that invites misinterpretation." "Misinterpretation by whom?" A pause that lasted just slightly too long. "Staff. Guests. Anyone visiting the property." "And if I disagree with your definition of modest?" "Then we'l

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Motto slapped Dash’s shoulder, “Dude, Don't be strict. women are not easy, they are under many pressures in their life. They need to be relieved. Which girl do you prefer? Traditional or modern woman? Feel free to come down and start a conversation.” Dash pushed Motto’s hand away from his shoulder and criticized “live well, my friend. Joking with love is a big crime.” Motto opened his eyes widely, said: “Oh, too many experiences! Why are your eyes glued to that woman? What are you going to do next?”

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.