Phoebe Tomlinson Novels & Stories

Phoebe said and whispered Alpha Kingston's name. "Alpha Kingston" Phoebe whispered and tears trickled down her cheeks. She stood up from the floor where she was seated and went downstairs. As she came down the stairs, she saw Elder Sawyer push Aleen away from the door and make his way inside. Phoebe saw this and rushed down the stairs. Elder Sawyer halted his steps when he saw her, she looked worse than a few minutes ago. Her hair was scattered and her skin seemed uncared for, she looked haggard.

Praying fervently for her not to hear their conversation, Phoebe glared back at Ella. “I don't have anything to do with your Lucas or whatever you call him. Just stay away from me. Both you and your boyfriend should leave my life alone,” Phoebe whispered, not wanting to be heard by the gossip. As much as she was putting up a hard exterior, her whole interior was filled with fear. If Ella knew where she worked, does that mean Lucas could find her too? How was she able to locate where she worked? Does she know where she lives? Does she know about Gladys? Oh no.

Joan cried out I traced the whip down her neck to her back, Joan couldn't even move, she was still and breathless I walked up to Phoebe, bent in front of her, I raised her head back “ Look at how ruin your pretty face is, you need note beating before speaking up” I mused rubbing the whip with lubricants “ She was my secret designer, she only help with designing my designs” Phoebe muttered “ Believe me, please” Phoebe muttered before losing her conscious. “Phoebe, please wake up” Joan mumbled tearing up “ Ruby doesn't share anything about herself, she rarely talks and associate, she is more like an introvert” Joan muttered facing me

She could never see it as a burden. After chatting with her mother for a while, Phoebe walked to the other isolation room. Through the glass window, she could see her father lying on the cold hospital bed. Her heart twisted in pain. Dad, you're going to be okay! *** In the office of Alexander at DA Group. "Sir, here's the information you requested," his subordinate said, handing him a file. Alexander took the folder and flipped through it. The document contained a detailed personal profile. Phoebe Garcia? A third-year student in the Oil Painting Department at ST University...

ALLISON KEELER "Need help with the surfaces?" I whirled around by the island I was wearily cleaning in the kitchen to see Phoebe's smiling face. Before I could respond, she came over, with the height of a supermodel she towered beside me, and started working on the surface. I was so small in height that it made everyone else appear so tall. "I'm Phoebe." She introduced herself with flushed cheeks. "I know," I met her puzzled gaze and shrugged, "Mr. Smith, remember?"

She hurried to the window, rolling down the blinds. "Who is it?" Eliana asked, hurrying to the living room. "You?" "Look, I'm sorry about what happened and I really wish I had done something sooner…" Her eyes wandered from me to Eliana. "I really need your help." "What's your name?" Eliana's voice was calm, void of the terror I had heard in it earlier. "I do not want the name of that man mentioned here." I smiled. My bossy little wife. "My name's— my name's Phoebe, Phoebe Tulloch." Phoebe muttered shakily, slowly going back to being the version of her we had first seen. A broken, scared woman.

Phoebe replied, "It's a research institute." "What kind of research institute?" Nathan asked. "Just a regular one. I'm her personal assistant, not her work assistant." The more Nathan listened, the more nervous he became. His heart raced, and he pressed on, "Then where is her work assistant?" Phoebe said, "He's dead." "Her work assistant was a highly respected old professor, wasn't he?" Phoebe was taken aback. She stared intensely at Nathan as if asking how did he know. She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, without answering.

A royal scandal. “How could you do this to us?” I heard Phoebe’s sniffled a tear. She walked past Tommy and looked at me with a sad face. Her hand was caressing her pregnant belly which I had lost track on how many children she had given birth to. “Phoebe.. I.. I.. a lot has happened” I bit my lips and knew I could not send her away. Opening the door wider, I invited them in. “Oh my goodness! My eyes are hurting. What is this dump? Are you actually living in this space which is just slightly bigger than the size of my toilet?” Tommy walked in and checked the area for things he was going to make some nasty comments of.

"Gavin, you piece of sh*t! Pay us back! If it weren't for you, I'd be at a real university right now instead of screwing bolts in this hellhole with you!" Gavin was curled into a ball on the floor, too weak to fight back. He had been reduced to desperate, broken wailing. The comment section below the video had updates on the others’ lives. [I heard the ringleader, Phoebe Jones, was sent to a psychiatric facility by her parents. She walks around holding a broken phone and talks to Siri all day, telling it she's the most popular girl at Pemberton.] [That backstabber, Keira Beckett, enrolled at Starfield Vocational Institute but couldn't afford tuition. She's washing hair at a salon behind the