Phoebe Tomlinson Novels & Stories

“These dresses look a bit tacky and—” The assistant gasped, covering her mouth in horror as if Fiona had said a forbidden word. Phoebe, seeing her expression, quickly nudged her mother to keep quiet. This assistant must be given an award for the best actress ever. I loved her already! “I’ll take them all,” Phoebe repeated. “In fact, I intend to donate them to the poor,” she added loudly, turning to me with a scornful expression. “Maybe you can pick one, Sheila, and thank me for being so generous. After all, we both know these clothes are too expensive for you to buy.”

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.”

If someone mocked her, she would make sure to retaliate as well. “What do you mean? Are you calling me a jinx?” Phoebe argued. Though she was the one who mocked Clarice first, she did not think it was her fault. Kaze looked at the group of ladies. Phoebe wore a white couture dress that amplified her innocence and purity. Her black hair was draped on her shoulder, giving her an adorable look. Yet, the words that came out of her mouth were displeasing to the ears. Kaze glanced at the others behind her to see her bodyguards and driver.

PHOEBE'S POV... ............................................................... I don't even know how I'm going to do it. I mean giving a tour is one thing giving the fact that it's just for a day and I dont have to be too engage in too much of a conversation but tutoring somebody and not just anybody but Cole Reese aka 'The devil" , the new student that everybody seems to be weary about crosses my capability line by a long shot.

I paid and went back to the tabe not find her Missing again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Can you at least have a little pity on me I yelled attracting the eyes of most customers.

As long as she got rid of her wedding gown, she could check him up, see if he had eaten, and get treated… BANG! The sudden and deliberate collision made Gillian pause. The collision almost made Gillian fall back on her butt if it wasn't for her quick reflex. She furrowed her brows while thinking that enough was enough with all the senseless bullying! Phoebe glared at Gillian's palm-sized, beautiful face, and a whole sense of indignation burned through her that she had the impulse to rip that slut-bewitching face apart. Born by Head Maid Emma in the mansion, Phoebe grew up around Augustus all her life. She could even be called Augustus' childhood sweetheart. For years before she could even kn

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?'

Nevertheless, Phoebe was confident she wouldn't lose. She was beautiful, intelligent, and cunning. There were plenty of men not interested in her, and she made sure that would apply to Gladwin too. What man could withstand a life without sex after experiencing its pleasures? Phoebe would seduce him. By any means, she would get Gladwin. And she would make him eat his words because Phoebe would make Gladwin kneel and make herself pregnant with his child.

After that, she held her father's elbow and said, "Let's go, Dad." "Alright!" said Mister Cain. "Hold on!" Kingston called out to Mister Cain. "I will discuss with the other directors whether Mister Cain is to stay or not, but Phoebe can stay. I believe Phoebe certainly could take over her father's position in the future. I believe our company would certainly have an outstanding female managing director in the near future." Phoebe looked at Kingston in disbelief. "Is what you said true?" Kingston smiled. "Of course, it's true."

WILL I hang up the call and look at Phoebe, who is in a silk pyjama, flopping down on the sofa, with a remote in one hand, scrolling endlessly on the TV and a glass of red wine in the other. She brings the wine glass to her mouth and takes a small sip, licking her plump pink lips to savour the taste. Gosh, she's so cute. I gulp the rest of my wine and place the cup on the counter. I wipe my mouth and walk closer to the chair. I plunge myself down on the chair next to her, feeling an indescribable urge to close the distance between us.