Pigs In The Parlor Novels & Stories

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

that, in all honesty, tasted like crap. The meat, its skin bristling with unplucked hairs, gave off a putrid stench. The vegetables, overcooked and mushy, resembled vomit and tasted bland. I started to miss the smell of that fried chicken. I'd never tasted fried chicken in my life, but at least it wouldn't make me gag. "Why are you home so late?" Mom's expression clouded over. Her lips were downturned. I hung my head low. "I was doing homework at school."

“So, now the lying lunatic isn’t just claiming the house, she’s claiming to be the wife? Asset division? Everything she owns combined wouldn’t even pay for Mr. Delgado’s janitor!” “Good thing we’re living in modern times. Back in the day, a woman like her would’ve been paraded through town in shame.” Melanie let out a smug little snort. She was fully convinced that she had won. Feigning magnanimity, Richie gave me a condescending and triumphant look. “It’s beneath me to waste another second on a low-class nobody like you. Apologize and get the hell off my property.” Just as someone shoved a phone in my face to record my humiliation, an authoritative voice thundered from behind us.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You're never home, always out with this wretch. Eating, shopping, and then going to hotels, right?" "Not here. Let's go outside and talk!" Frank's jaw was clenched. His voice was controlled but seething. Around them, whispers and snickers spread like wildfire. "Oh my god, I thought this kind of thing only happened in TV dramas. Didn't expect to see it in person." "Say what you will, but the mistress is gorgeous. The guy's the real disgrace here–" "Please, mistresses don't care about looks. As long as the man has money, they'll hang on him, even if he's a fat pig."

"We have a full FUBAR in the Pink Parlor." The Pink Parlor was an exclusive section of the shop where wealthy clientele usually sat. Shit. My heels clicked along the floor as Regina shouted: "Good luck!" "—Of course, I understand how unfortunate it is that our best hairstylist isn't in currently—" By the time I moved the gauzy curtains of the Pink Parlor back, my boss Giselle Dubois looked as though she needed a rescue. She was caged in a circle of fourteen wolf shifters of high breeding; each woman built like an Amazon. I wasn't used to anyone making the ginger look tiny, but they'd managed to succeed with their superior height and heft.

Hearing this vermin mention Arthur makes me see red. “Easy does it, pretty girl.” The pig says through a threatening glance. Only then do I realize we’ve switched sides. I think I leaped at it and the pig moved. I force myself to keep my focus. “You want to know why we’re here after all, don’t you?” I don’t answer, I won’t give it the satisfaction of entertaining a conversation.

I waited for night to fall before I retrieved the pristine white engagement party dress and white veil my mother had so carefully prepared for me for my engagement. I slipped into the dress and then secretly made my way into the pigsty. The overwhelming stench should've repelled me, but it only seemed to fuel a thrilling, unspeakable sense of exhilaration within me. I held the white corsage in my hand and surveyed the pigsty, finding that while most of the pigs were fast asleep, one remained wide awake with its eyes fixed on me. It seemed baffled by the strange woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

Connery asked. Harry drew his phone out of his pocket. “A message?” They marvelled. “It’s not even turned on. How is that even possible?” “Give it here!” Meguitte took it from their hands. Connery leaned over her shoulder as they both read the screen. “Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away.

Darren immediately obeyed. The vehicle came to a halt. "What is it?" Ivy pointed ahead. Inside a nearby pen, several pigs were moving around. Alive. Healthy. At least from a distance. "Living pigs." Darren blinked. He looked again. Sure enough. Several pigs were still alive. "One..." Ivy counted carefully. "Two..." The pigs snorted nervously. "Three..." Another pig wandered into view. "Four..." A fifth one emerged from a corner. "Five." A smile appeared on Ivy's face.

"Whoa!" The room exploded with applause, cheers, and whistles. Camera flashes went wild, capturing the moment. Behind me, two women in custom designer gowns whispered to each other, their voices just loud enough for me to hear. "Did you see that? That's Edward Charles Kingsley. The M&A genius. I heard some clueless woman chased after him for three years using her family trust fund and somehow managed to trap him." "Tsk, that has to be her, right? Margot from Stonebridge Capital? I heard she didn't even make it into Wharton. What is she doing on the same stage as Edward? Must have donated a library to get into this event."