Phoebe Cates 90s Novels & Stories

Early the next morning, Phoebe sat at her vanity, touching up her makeup. She was already dressed in a strappy summer dress. "Heading out this early? Where are you going?" I asked casually. Phoebe shot me a quick look. "To driving practice, obviously. After all the hours I've put in, you'd better buy me a car when I finally get my license!" "No problem. How about a Mini Cooper?" The second I said it, her eyes lit up.

“That’s incredible! What’s the job? Tell me everything.” I grinned, expecting her to share in the excitement, but Phoebe hesitated. She looked almost… nervous. Her fingers drummed against the edge of the table, and she took a deep breath before she spoke. “It’s, um, a position at a magazine,” she started. “Assistant writer. It’s not high-level, but it’s a start. I’ll be doing a lot of editorial support, research, that kind of thing.” “That’s fantastic!” I said, beaming. “You’ve always loved writing. This is perfect for you.”

I choked out, “My door was busted and Ransom let me take his Suite for the night, but the intruder caught me as I was about to get in the shower, and I was kind of traumatized so I just kind of bolted without clothes.” “Oh…” Phoebe shrugs. “I’m glad you’re ok, I was hoping we could spend some time in the garden today? I want to pick some vegetables for dinner, but it’s so hot outside I bet dipping our toes in the spring would be dee-vine.” Phoebe is from Texas and she has the sweetest drawl I have ever heard. I love it when she talks, and she likes to hear me sing while I work. She says she’ll meet me in the garden, and I hurry to my room to get dressed.

She didn't even dare imagine how Flynn would react once he found out. On the surface, Phoebe's expression stayed composed, but her hands hanging at her sides slowly curled into tight fists. Felicity was a little shorter than her, with long, straight hair that fell to her waist, glossy and perfectly styled. She wore a fitted, pale green dress with a subtle vintage cut that matched her gentle demeanor, giving her a quiet, bookish elegance.

Vera asked cutely to Janelle. “Sure.” Janelle smiled and looked up inadvertently, only to find a woman standing at the door of the hotel with her hands crossed over her chest. At this moment, she was staring at her with malicious eyes. Today, Phoebe was wearing a lotus-color dress and white high heels. Her face was painted with exquisite makeup and her hair was curled which was leaning to one side and hanging in front of her chest. It seemed that she had already seen Janelle. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood at the door to look at her.

She was in her engineering overalls, holding a massive stack of schematics, and she clearly knew Julian, because her eyes darted between the two of them with immense satisfaction. "Structurally speaking, this explains the entire timeline!" Phoebe yabbed, completely ignoring Caelith’s defensive posture as she stepped right into their space. "Julian, I didn't know you knew her! Caelith, I have to say, your boyfriend is genuinely so cute. Like, biologically speaking, his facial symmetry is fantastic." Caelith’s face flushed hot. "Phoebe, stop, he's not my boyfriend. We're just—"

"Because it's April's and she's damn obnoxious." Anderson breathed. "Then I have no choice but to leave." Phoebe rolled her eyes and pouted her lips. "Please... I'll get you into any modeling agency you want. Starlight? Street Meg? Cherry? Motion? Mention the agency, and I'll get you into it." Anderson offered broken. "I'm leaving Anderson. I have to go." Phoebe rolled her eyes and replied. "Why exactly do you have to leave?" "I'm just 19, Anderson... I have to go sign up in the modeling agency my mom has made provision for in Britain."

She gasps, the sound like music to my ears as we stare at one another. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I should have realized what Phoebe was going through the moment Saben said his mama was sitting in ice water. Phoebe is in heat.

He briefly glanced in my direction and then went back to watching the perimeter. "You look stunning," Cassian breathed out. I chuckled at him and shook my head. "No, she is stunning," I said, turning towards the prudent werewolf that was walking behind me. Phoebe was dressed in a red floor length evening dress with a low v cut that ended a little under her breasts. The dress clung tightly to her waist and flowed out around her legs. What completed the look was the dangerous slit that showed off her long golden legs when she walked. Who in their right mind would regret her?

It was with shocked amazement that they looked on as the defence attorney called Phoebe to the witness box. She took her oath. 'Can you tell us what your name is?' 'I am Phoebe Walkman'. 'What do you do for a living?' 'I own a store where I sell designer clothes'. 'We hat is your clientele like?' 'They are women from the upper class in the society'. 'You mean you don't sell used clothes or clothes for the middle or lower classes?'