Pick Me Up Novel Novels & Stories

"I love hugging pretty girls." When Verda saw that I wasn't hurt, her eyes filled with frantic hope. "Hey, pick-me! I… I mean, Cheryl, please help me. My family's rich. I can give you anything as long as you help me survive this!" I raised a finger and wagged it lightly. "Girl, you've got me all wrong. I'm a pick‑me, not a gold digger. Money doesn't tempt me at all!" I stepped aside politely, ready to let karma do its work.

He eyed her from head to toe. The growl of her stomach grabbed their attention, clicking his tongue he shook his head, "Miss. Forever hungry." "Hehe," She grinned. "That wasn't a compliment, idiot." He rolled his eyes. "Regardless, can we save the talk for later, I'll explain everything. But first..." She picked up the plate, "Please?" She smiled meekly. "Fine," A small smile slipped from his lips. On the breakfast, she told him everything, how she found out about the existence of the real Ivana, how she ran away, how she met Reece and ended up attending his nephew's birthday and how she ended up in front of his book store.

Then, with one last painful look at him, I picked up my bag from the floor. And I did it. I ran. The end ________ Vote and comment guys. Book 1☑️ Stay tuned for Book 2. Love ya❤️ Much love Dera

I ran from the nice woman in a red shirt who was putting canned goods away, not wanting to even make eye-contact with another human being. Slowly, I walked the aisles, picking out things that sounded good. Orange juice, pickles, ice cream, and salt-n-vinegar chips all went in my basket. “What, are you pregnant?” I asked myself as I tossed in a bag of gummy bears that suddenly looked delicious. I meant it as a joke, but it made me freeze. Ice cream and pickles? I couldn't remember what day it was. I nearly dropped my basket of food as I scrambled for my phone, desperate to check the date.