Piper Chapman Novels & Stories

“No, you go first. I came here to find you—” “Geez. What’s the big deal?” Piper came to the door, still sleepy. Her hair was a mess. Her freckled cheeks were red, a hand on her hip, bouncing her gaze between us. “You're both crazy over each other. If he shows it to other people who are billionaires, then that’s gross. Jeffrey Epstein is kind of gross. So just make up already. Make-up sex is great by the way, especially when you’re still angry.”

Piper's eyes locked onto Harrison, her lips curling into a sly smile. She slowly licked them, enjoying the moment, before reaching out to swipe her fingers across his face. "You need me," she whispered, her voice seductive Harrison was taken aback, his face twisting in disgust. He pushed her hand away, his voice thundering through the hall. "Don't you ever touch me!" Piper's smile remained. She had been waiting for this moment since her wedding day mess. when she had abandoned her arranged husband on the alter absconded with her lover who later dumped her.

"That's the spirit newbie..." "But first I need to earn twelve grands as fast as I can..." "Do you have to earn it?" Piper asks and I gape at her. "Of course, how else am I gonna get it" "Bella you sure as hell didn't do your introductions right" Piper glares playfully at Bella and she laughs. "Oh... It is my pleasure to introduce you to Pipet Wilder, daughter of Senator Wilder and sister to Shane Wilder, CEO of Wilder jeweleries.

Piper says. Like who the hell doesn't know Christopher Hayes??!! Ever since she has seen him, she has made it her ultimate goal to have him. "Okay?" "Wanna dance?" Piper asks batting her eyelashes. "Actually, I can't. I just came to get a drink for someone and the person is waiting. He'd be pissed off if I delay," Chris lies. He just wants to get away from her. He doesn't want female attention right now. "Oh Okay. See you around Chris," she says as she begins to walk away, swaying her hips along.

The toddler in her arms—tiny, bright-eyed, and utterly smitten with her—reached for me with grabby hands. My fingers brushed underneath his chubby little chin. “Well, aren’t you handsome,” I cooed, making him shriek happily. “He hasn’t let me put him down since he saw me. Think I’ve been adopted.” Piper laughed softly, a fondness in her eyes when she looked at him. “This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stolen someone’s heart,” I teased. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and love. So much love. One would think that Piper had been born with an Alpha spirit with how much she cared about everyone around her. She always went out of her way to put smiles on people’s faces and make sure they were d

Poppie said getting irritated. “Chile please,” I said, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it and giggled. “Okay shit, it’s just that she saved me Poppie....she really did.” “Well let me in on it, shit,” “She gave me her card that day. She told me that she knew about my record and that I had a good concept but I went about it all wrong. She told me if I ever wanted to know how to do it the right way then to give her a call”

she continues, exasperation lacing her tone, “but it’s the holiday season, and it’s nearly impossible to get a ticket.” A bitter laugh threatens to escape me. Right. Like they’ve ever sacrificed anything for me. “Don’t bother coming,” I say flatly. “Adam isn’t my groom.” There’s a pause on the other end before her scoff cuts through the line. “If Adam isn’t your groom, then who is? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for some loser over there—or worse, the same man you cheated on Adam with? Have some shame, Piper, and fix your mistake. Apologise to Adam, and I’m sure he’ll take you back. He’s a sweet boy, unlike you.”

So cold it burned. Piper’s confidence wobbled. Her eyes widened before she caught herself, slapping a bright, practiced smile back onto her face. “I’m Piper…” she hesitated, her brain scrambling for an impressive surname, “Piper Lockwood. I work on the third floor.” Luther stared at her long enough to peel the fake right off her skin. Piper swallowed hard. Her eyes slid to me— And the sweetness evaporated instantly. “This woman is stalking us,” she repeated louder, desperate to regain control of the room.

Yorick says, sliding his hand back into mine. “Well, now I’m in a bad mood,” Piper says. “Maybe you’re hangry, Hellfire. Let’s go get lunch,” Zach says. “You and your nicknames,” I say, laughing. “Hey, if the nickname fits, who am I to argue. Piper’s got that fiery red hair and a temper to match. I love the passion,” he says, winking at her. “Stop flirting with me,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips are twitching.

Chapman tossed two cigarettes to his flunkies and lit one for himself. At the point when Chapman went in, there were at that point three individuals inside. There were two men and one lady. They were totally wearing extravagant garments. The man had his ears pierced and his head shaved. The lady was wearing stockings, a short skirt, and a shirt that was practically clear. Them three were hunching down on the ground, and they were all smoking. "Chapman, you're here. Did you get the demise notice?" Chapman was staggered. "You got it as well?"