P.a.i.m.o.n Novels & Stories

I feel the toe of his boot press between my legs, causing me to grunt. “You and I will discuss your tone later when we are at home,” Ransom says and then chuckles. Bastard. I glare at him. “We need to meet where there aren’t so many ears and eyes,” Ransom says as Weston and Jensen slide two burner phones toward the men. “Our numbers are programmed in them. These phones are monitored by our tech team so you should stick to only contacting us on them. They are untraceable too,” I say, ignoring Ransom petting my leg with his foot to try and get me to act flustered. It’s not disturbing me one bit.

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“What is it? Is something wrong?” A faint smile appeared on Paige’s face. “You won’t be able to guess it, Papa,” she said. Osmond raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.” “This afternoon, Gamma Naomi contacted me,” said Paige, coming to a stop in front of him. “She said I’ve been asked to become the Alpha’s donor again, starting next month.” Osmond’s expression changed instantly. His fatigue was immediately replaced by excitement. “You’re not joking?”

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Nice. Let's be friends from now on, Madame Ais." Maru said. His innocence showed through his simple words. "...…." Madame Ais did not deem what Maru said worthy of a response. She was not built to have complex algorithms to emulate feelings or emotions. "Okay. Scan the area for the nearest deposits of any of those precious metals, Madame Ais." Maru instructed the system. "Affirmative, Maru. System scanning… 1% 2%

My fault. Chloe_awesome_scott Um...Noah? Are you okay? The_real_prince_charming ... AW BABY, I KNEW YOU CARED. Chloe_awesome_scott OH GOD! I AM SORRY FOR ASKING. MY FAULT. BYE. *** I_love_my_mommy has entered the chat. I_love_my_mommy (Liam) Yo, everyone. what's up? Cereal_killer ... Who are you?

Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phone signified me of a message notification. Timi💖 : Heyzz Temi: Tout Timi💖: Your tout Temi: Chessy Timi💖 : Anyways, I was wondering if you are down for an outing?

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.