No Strings Attached Fun Novels & Stories

STORY TITLE: NO STRINGS ATTACHED Haunted by the past, can a legend & a single mom find love? Hope you enjoy the story. ************* Alex POV I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. But, something about the little girl was compelling. She was talking to a woman who was clearly her mother. They could have been twins, separated by 20 years and a few hundred dollars' worth of tattoos. The woman was shaking her head and the little girl was looking up at the acoustic guitar.

"Jared, are you still not at the charity auction? I'm here, and I can't find you anywhere." Jared could barely find his voice. "I'm on my way." He stared at the private restaurant, lifted his phone, and snapped a photo. Then he sent it to the Jeriton Nobles group chat. "Does anyone know who owns this place?" … The charity auction in Jeriton City was as lavish as expected. When Jared arrived, Selena ran over right away. "You didn't change into a suit? When the bidding starts, can I try raising the paddle too?"

just list them so I can get over with it. "You- I..." he shook his head, the pain in my chest pounding harder at each failed attempt to elaborate. So he did. I already knew, but it still hurt. The initial shock and something else swirling in his eyes hardened in a glare and he sneered. "This is ridiculous." My heart skirted. "Ridiculous?" "Yeah, ridiculous." he snapped making my insecurities grew. "We said no attachment. We're just having fun. This," he gestured furiously the cold, cold air between us. "Is supposed to be fun."

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road I'm gonna ride (Kio, Kio) 'til I can't no more I got the horses in the back Horse tack is attached Hat is matte black Got the boots that's black to match Riding on a horse, ha You can whip your Porsche I been in the valley You ain't been up off the porch, now Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Riding on a tractor Lean all in my bladder Cheated on my baby You can go and ask her My life is a movie Bull riding and boobies Cowboy hat from Gucci Wrangler on my booty Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me no

A troupe—not a family. Logan settled a palm between Michael’s shoulder blades. “She’s definitely cool, but I don’t want you to become too attached. She’s going to have to leave at some point.” Sooner rather than later if he had anything to say about it. For Michael’s sake—and his sanity. “Nuh-uh. She promised she wouldn’t. Remember?” “I know, but sometimes grown-ups say things they don’t really mean.” How well he knew that. Firsthand. Oh, sure, Goran and Nadia Harsányis, his “par-

I'm cringing for you. [Head of company: Why does she keep sending me this stuff? Is she dropping hints?] [Release the original post so I can take a look and strategize (thinking.jpg)] [Check this out, it'll give you a laugh (flipped image)] [I'm here for the sequel. If you're dishing out the drama, keep the updates coming.] [Count me in, I'm all ears.] [Just wondering: Is the head of your company a hunk, or a sleazy middle-aged guy?]

His arms are getting tangled and still confused. "A bet, I like that. It sounds interesting." "Alright." “What are the prices?" He said playfully. “Name it.” He stood up and pulled me upright as well. He took both my hands and hugged my waist. "When I win, I can go second base." "Second base?" He chuckled. "Second base means, I can touch your boobs, legs, hip—" "Wha— W-Wait— That's not fair! When I win, you'll just dance Whoops Kiri!" I slapped his arm.

Denied Nakita. "Just as stupid." Jena stared at Nakita in embarrassment. "What's wrong with you, huh? Are you jealous of me because Mr. Trex gave me a big bonus?" Nakita shouted to attract the attention of all humans there. Jena laughs contemptuously "IT'S FOR YOUR SUSPICIOUS PAY STUPID!" Jena shouted accompanied by her annoying laughter. Nakita glared angrily "I WAS NOT PAID. WE ARE REALLY DATING!" Nakita shouted, not wanting to lose.

“I’ll be seeing him next weekend, and our anniversary is coming up as well.” “I don’t care about being in a relationship, but two years is a long time for our age, and I enjoy not having that sort of commitment,” Fernando said as he handed Brian the bag to see if he wanted some. “I’ve been going out with a few girls, and I think I enjoy it more when there are no strings attached.” Luis rolled his eyes and replied, “You said the same thing last year when a girl wanted to be serious with you after prom.”

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]