Nba Youngboy House Novels & Stories

I pressed the 7th, He really meant to piss me off by pressing the same floor at the same time to make a contact with our hand. He hit the 10th. so this asshole is living on the 10th floor. So why the hell he's on the 7th floor that day I encountered him? Damn it! And why does the elevator seem to slow down? "Break up with your boyfriend, I want to play with you!" I ignored what he said because first, I do not have a boyfriend and secondly, I do not care what he says. And lastly, he’s fucking rude.

Sue: "Mal, we will offer you three options at this point. You can sign some divorce papers which I just happen to have ready for you, and leave quietly. You can fight my strapping son (he flexed those damn muscles again; I literally shook, cowering before him.) OR, you can choose to be our house boy. We were going to offer you something like 'a fair half share in the estate' but I remembered that night when you drunkenly brought your slut girlfriend from work, as well as those nights you didn't come home. And the night when my nose was pushed out of place when I 'walked into a door'. Because of these warm, wonderful memories, your service as 'house boy' will be fun and entertaining...for us

His chest vibrates with laughter, and he puts his hands over mine, using his fingers to control my fingers and that’s how we played the entire night. After my 10th game of losing, the other boys were tired, but I was not. “Oh come on you sore losers! One more go!” I yell and they all stare at me as if I had lost my mind. Samuel chuckles and takes the gaming console from my hand. “Okay, I think that’s enough for you, they’re about to leave anyway.” True enough, I notice that the room had gotten empty, just a few teens here and there, the adults’ probably biding fair well.

She chuckles “We’re here” I said as I alerted the others. “Take off our shoes, you’re about to enter the Seer’s tent” A little boy dressed in white said to us “uhm… Okay” “Okay” “This should be interesting” “Go in, I’ll be right behind you” I wave Gabi as I sensed she was hesitant “You know what to do” I winked at the young boy before giving him 50nen “Thank you kind sir, may the odds be in your favor” He winked back

It’s super cheesy but we agree anyway because she can be very persuasive. Once our selfies are posted, we realize it's already 9pm. The party was supposed to start at 9, but nobody shows up on time for these things. We call the uber and figure we should get there around 9:30pm. As we wait, I ask Maddy, “Is this a BYOB thing or what?” “No, no, Mackenzie will have more than enough booze and Xander and Cade will likely be selling weed too.” Charlie gives me a look. Maddy notices it and says, “What? What was that look for?”

"I'm coming. Don't worry." Three dots appear instantly. This one is a text. 'Okay, cool.’ 'Send me your address, I'll pick you up.' "Uhm, I'm actually at my dad's house right now. My sisters wanted us to get ready here... for photos and stuff," she says in a voice-note again, then she proceeds to text me her dad's address. I copy it into my maps app right away to see what I'm going up against. I already knew the house of a billionaire couldn't be just anything, but my eyebrows shoot up when I see the satellite vision of the neighborhood and then his house... well, that is not a house. That is a private kingdom.

🌹The young billionaire And the Industrious girl🌹 Chapter 15. 🌹Sudan pov🌹 He left with my phone and after some minutes he came back with it. "When the person I called on it calls back tell him I said he should get the car at the airport, come and get my son's cereal" he said and pecked the boy's forehead before leaving the room. I thought he came to stay, but all the same I'm happy that he's leaving now.

He stood before them, and his face grew serious as he gazed upon the various designs, dreaming, as he had never dreamed before, of a little life slumbering in perfect safety within one of them. This is quite an up-to-date one, the assistant said, indicating a plain yet solid crib. It is safe, comfortable, and simple to assemble. Marcus got nearer, rubbing his hand over the wood. Strong, it looks, said he. “It looks… strong,” he said. “It is,” she answered. “Would you like to get it?” Marcus stood there a moment, wondering about Ava, wondering about the baby, wondering about the future that still awaited him. Then he nodded.

"I don't do 'schedules' before noon." "You signed a contract," Taye said, his expression unchanged. "Your uncle requested a morning workout to 'clear the toxins' from your system. I’m here to escort you to the gym." I sat up slowly, running a hand through my messy blonde curls and giving him my most devastating, sleepy-eyed pout. It was the look that usually had directors and fans tripping over themselves. Taye didn't trip. He didn't even blink. He just stepped back and waited. "Fine," I snapped, sliding out of bed. I made sure to take my time walking to the bathroom, staying just within his line of sight. If I had to be awake, I was going to make sure he was uncomfortable.

how? I swallowed hard and slowly cover my mouth with my fingers. my eyes darted across the room, staring at all the stunned faces in the room, expecting someone to say something, something like, how dare you? how dare you say something like that? you are unbelievable, you are nothing but a... “loverboy” a girl suddenly shouted “love is in the air....” “Bad boy, so soon” “Oh my God...Yemi he has a crush on you...” The girls kept on saying one after another.