Novel & Cerita Page 80 Be More Chill

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"Remember, when Natasha walks in later, don't say a word. Just stare at her. Wait for her to talk. "If she doesn't agree to all our demands, we leave and go straight to the media! Today, it's either we win it all, or we go home!" Layla nodded beside her. "That's right! Let her know we're not to be messed with!" Time ticked by, minute by minute. At 8:59 am, almost everyone's phone buzzed at the same time. A new email had arrived. Keira impatiently opened the email, expecting yet another company notice meant to soothe employees. The moment she read its contents, however, the color drained from her face completely.

I want us back ***************** Narrators POV ***************** "The kids seemed to be having lots of fun." Anthony sipped his cocktail enjoying the scene before him. Emma and Ava were splashing water around inside in the pool giggling and swimming around the pool. Emma was not a good swimmer like Ava so she had to wear an inflatable swimming tube. It was a sight that greatly appeased his soul, and when he turned to look at his wife he saw the smile at the corner of her mouth. She was also enjoying the view before her.

Ophelia moaned, and her body jolted upwards in a slow motion. “Oh shit!” Ophelia cussed as their remaining fingers pressed on her clit, fondling it and with their free hands caressing her breasts. “Arrrh…” The pitch of her moans increased as their fingers went faster into her pussy. She began breathing rapidly as well, her legs and body vibrating, her pussy spasming around their fingers. “ Oh fuck, please… ah” Ophelia whimpered, tears slipping from the side of her eyes. Bobby stared at her in delight, but Amelia had a strange gaze on her.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

“Judy, I’m so sorry. I was really just scared.I didn’t know how you’ll react to it, if you’ll be mad or happy. I wasn’t ready to lose you because of the person my heart chose to love.” I stood up to her and answered. “It’s okay Courtney. I understand you and I want you to know that if you love him then I’m in total support. You’re my friend and I’ll support whatever brings you joy and happiness. Just promise me that there’ll be no more secrets.” I said this giving her a warm pampering hug.

“Chill. There’s no girls” “There better not be,” Chloe said. “Because if I catch her looking at you again I’m gonna lose it. You’re mine, asshole.” More footsteps. Closer. I shrank smaller behind the toilet, knees to chest, trying to breathe quietly . Chloe’s voice dropped, teasing. “Seriously though. You’ve been so fucking hot lately. All moody and ripped and ignoring me? It’s working. I want to climb you right now.” Jax chuckled again deeper this time. “Yeah?”

I shift to try playing it cool, but the movement grinds my bare lips along the ridge of his shaft, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. Van lurches forward onto the highway. Dad butchers some 80s hair-band anthem at the top of his lungs while Mom doom-scrolls F******k like it’s her full-time job with thumbs flying. Zion’s thumb draws lazy figure-eights on my inner thigh to creep higher while pinky grazes the hem of my dress to tease the sensitive skin there. My phone buzzes against my thigh loud enough that Mom glances in the rearview. Jada: Unzip the beast. Do it or I spill everything to Mom. Clock’s ticking, slut. I want a play-by-play. And angle the phone so I can s

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On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the