One Way Or The Other Blondie Novelas e Histórias

Alex rubbed his hands and began, “Look at this,” he pointed at the screen that showed an image of a girl about their own age, she had short brown hair and a clear white face. She had bright eyes and a small nose. In short, she was a pretty girl. Alex had an evil grin on his face. “This is Charlotte Evan Woods, the last and only owner of the EW Group,” he spoke in a greedy tone. “Are you planning on going after A girl this time?” Peace asked.

"Okay." I slip on a pastel blue long satin midi and wear sandals with it. I do my hair up in a messy bun and add some gold jewellery to the outfit. I hop in the car and we drive to the shopping strip where all fancy dresses are. I don't know if drew is gonna there. I do want to see him. I also want his opinion, I don't know why but I do. We enter the first store and alex and aurora are already there, sipping champagne.

Blondie: Have you slept with anyone since the night of the watch party? The night she’d dumped her boyfriend. The night she’d let me touch her for the first time, let me feel her come apart under my hands. The night I’d left her house with an erection painful enough to require immediate medical attention and had fucked the first available woman at Clandestine like she was emergency treatment. Alonzo: Once. Her reply came faster this time, no hesitation. Blondie: I’d prefer if you didn’t. Alonzo: What about you?

Blaze straightforwardly said while Ace just remained quiet and continued to stare at him. "I don't play your kind of game Ace Anderson...I don't do one-night stands... I don't randomly kiss for a fling... I will never put my lips on some random girl's or guy's body... I don't even need someone to satisfy my body's needs... " Blaze continued with his soft and calm voice while Ace just chose to stare and to listen.

As she got closer to the person she'd seen - Eallric Hancey, she felt the same giddy bubbles that she thought had died since her highschool and college escapades. She let out a deep sigh then tapped his shoulder from behind. “I knew we'll meet again,” she blushed, “Lene Woodye.” Then she feigned shock, putting her hands with pink nails close to her lips, “You've not forgotten me, right?” “No, not at all. NCU reporter. I still have your card with me - somewhere.” “Mhmm, I doubt that but it's definitely nice to see you again - looking - formal, as you did last time. Are you here to catch a thief or for some cop stunts.” She winked, “You know what I mean.”

I then returned to the girls and I saw them fussing over blondy when I got a look at her I felt my jaw opening to be honest at this rate it might actually fall off. Her dress if it deserves to be called a dress was a lace mermaid dress with a sweetheart neck line but the problem was you could actually see her boobs. The only thing the dress was covering was her front and back side other than that you could see everything. 'Il caso ti amerà quando ti vedrà.' one of her friends says while squealing. Blondy just smirked. (Chance is going to love you when he see's you.' She then turned and looked at me.

Fear? "After she'd already rejected you? Chosen Conners? What did you do? Threaten revenge by enslaving her? Like you did with Charlotte? Ship her out to some godforsaken part of the world where she had no hope of rescue, or of anything but a short, miserable life?" You betrayed me, Mitch.... You wanted him.... .... Accepted him.... But Blondie keeps talking. "The two of you paid for her in the first place.... You knew that you didn't have to have a conventional relationship with her; that there can be other ways of living. But when it came to it, you forced her to decide between you...."

Eh, a seasoned lesbian knows her own squad. "...All I'm saying is we're young, dude. Now's the time to get shitfaced so we'll have glory days to look back on. Who wants to be boring old people fighting over bingo cards!?" The tall, masculine platinum blonde smirked to her exasperated dark haired friend, who started walking backwards so she could face her head on. Like just about everyone else here, they were barefoot and showing off their alluring forms. Blondie was sporting a pair of dark grey board shorts and a thin turquoise tank top, and literally the tiniest white bikini I've seen in a hot minute adorned her more feminine counterpart.

Oh, the things I do for a pretty girl. Blondie took me by surprise when she showed up at my house yesterday. Then she surprised me even more when she asked for some after-school extra practice. I knew this was all just a big game between us. None of what we were doing was real. But guess what, that was exactly the point. She used me, I used her, and neither one of us cared as long as we were getting our share. This was the kind of deal I could respect. Honest and upfront. None of that fake 'love' or ‘feelings’ bullshit.

Romeo said shrugging as he went to the purple side. And the probability is then 100%. Just great. I said rolling my eyes as i watched him sit in front, his headphones in his ears as always. Okay then, I am going to call out the group and their members, after this, please confer among yourselves and pick a head, an assistant and a recorder. Okay. To the names, under the black group we have Tracy Caleb...... Ohhh, so that's where Blondie was at, and that's her name..... Puh-lease. Her parents really hated her.