Phoebe Cates 90s Novels & Stories

Seeing them both silent, Phoebe added, "I'm in charge of organizing, and it's happening during NYU's 100th anniversary celebration, so all the alumni are coming back to meet up. Our class can't be left out! I need you to support me a little, alright?" Phoebe had been the class rep and event organizer during school, and after graduation, she had continued organizing gatherings. Caitlin had dropped out early and hadn’t spent much time at university, so she didn't really need to attend the reunion. But Phoebe’s invitation clearly had a different purpose. Phoebe probably wanted to take the opportunity to talk more with Caitlin, to learn more about her past with Sebastian. "I don’t really want to

Blaze – I’m here Phoebe – Be down in 5 minutes One of the best things I liked about Phoebe was that she’s always on time and also that she never strays away from her words. I watch her walking towards my car with the moonlight illuminating her beautiful face. Her brown hair fell in soft waves behind her back and bounced with each steps. She was wearing a cowl neck beige satin cami top with short black skirt wrapping it all up with a black lace shawl.

She looked at Phoebe, but she didn't seem to hear. "Hel-l-o!" Ruthie waved her hand toward Phoebe to get her attention. Phoebe finally looked at us. "What?" she snapped. "Geez, girl! I was just telling Tru why you were with me." Phoebe looked startled for a second, but then smoothed out her expression. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. What I told you. Yeah. Heard there was an after-school party here or something." She flipped her glossy hair over her shoulder and leaned back into the sofa. "And if there wasn't, I thought I could start one." She grinned conspiratorially. Ruthie and I looked at her blankly.

I went downstairs while caressing my neck when I saw Phoebe walking towards the door, wearing short skirts, rubber shoes and a cropped shirt. “Phoebe!” I called strictly. She looked my way as I stopped in the middle of the staircase. I pointed at my wristwatch. She sighed lazily. “I’m just going out with my friends. Dad and mom approved.” I shot an eyebrow up. “Be sure to be home before midnight.” “Pierce, I’m an adult!” “I know,” I said, annoyed as I proceeded down the stairs. “Still, you should be responsible and don’t break mom and dad’s trust.”

But then again, a dare from Phoebe could lead to death. Phoebe rounds the corner of the couch, her beady eyes staring down at me. “As if you know anything about junior high, Ashton. You were too busy bleeding out for mommy.” Phoebe’s classic cackle vibrates through the room. “Oh, and you were miss popular? Easily influenced isn’t a very good character trait.” I taunt. She probably was too busy being occupied by someone else to actually distinguish her own life, let alone live it. “I’ll go first,” Addison blurts out trying to dial back the tension that quickly thickens the air.

“Phoeb, please. See, six more weeks, just six more weeks and we could finally have the life we wanted. We can finally climb up the social leather. She is a Robert, you know the Roberts right? The biggest software company. Her father is going to buy the software from us after it has been developed and we can finally be rich, Phoeb. You can finally afford any bag you want and you won’t even have to work. Just six more weeks. Come on, Phoeb, say something.” Phoebe started chuckling and then it became a full-fledged laughter. Caleb and the half-naked lady stared at her in wonder, wondering if she had lost it, if Caleb had broken her heart and her sanity too. “Phoebe?” Caleb called, not sure how

She walked elegantly taking massive strides with her heels as though she was born to wear them. Her wore a beautiful red dress that hugged her body exposing a little of her breasts. Her long blonde hair moving with the wind. Phoebe was a party person. She could literally mingle with anyone she wishes. She was confident and had a charm no guy could resist. But for me the contrary was the case. I wasn't a party person, infact I hated them. I was rather much of an introvert, who really hated to mingle with others and was a bit shy. I prefer to spend most of my time researching on supernatural creatures, like zombies and werewolves.

Rebekah agreed. "Can you girls stop it already," Pheobe voiced as she slumped in the chair. "I'm turning twenty-six with no love life and my life is as boring as fuck, my parents see it fit to always forget their daughter's birthday, and right now all I want to do is dance the night away, and be celebrated, so please, we will only be staying for five minutes, besides I know one close by, just down the road " Pheobe relayed, gulping down some more of the wine.

I was definitely not a morning person. "Celeste you better get your ass out of bed and get dressed. I swear I will spank you if you don't get your head off the bed by now." Phoebe says when she notices that I had once again laid flat on my bed. "Okay fine. " I grunt, before making my way towards my backpack. I choose my outfit. I was too jet-lagged to put any effort into my outfit. So I go with the classic pale pink joggers pants and a full-sleeved crop sweatshirt. I left my hair loose and added a thin eyeliner and gloss.

She looked tense now, shoulders slightly stiff beneath her uniform while her eyes remained lowered toward the desk. Something about her reaction unsettled him more than Phoebe’s words. Phoebe noticed the direction of his gaze immediately. “You should introduce us properly,” she said. Kael looked amused despite himself. “Elena, this is Phoebe Vale, future Saintess and professional creator of uncomfortable conversations.” He glanced toward Phoebe afterward. “Phoebe, this is Elena Hayes.” Elena managed a small nod. “It is nice to meet you.” Phoebe held her gaze carefully before returning the nod. “Likewise.”