Piper Mclean Novels & Stories

I wasn’t the person to accommodate. She checked her screen. Scanned. Looked again. Then her voice came, cool and professional: “I’m sorry, Miss Monroe. We don’t have you in our system. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.” There it was. The verdict. Not seen. Not acknowledged. Not allowed. Piper’s smile sharpened. “You heard her,” she said, stepping forward, low voice dripping with triumph. “Get the fuck out, you psycho.” Something in me snapped. Not loudly.

Victoriå As I got out of the car, I saw my new friends smiling in my direction. That was, until they looked behind me and saw who was there. Landon walked through the crowd of students, getting scared looks and frightened smiles. He patted my lower back as he departed, going over to the guys and I went over to my friends. "Rhee!" Piper greeted, smiling at me. Piper had blonde hair and blue ends that matched her blue eyes. She was around 5'7 and had a septum piercing and a smiley.

I just wanted to slide in and not draw attention to myself. "Hi, I'm Pearl", the girl I was sitting next to said as she stuck out her hand for me to shake. I took her hand, shaking it. "Hi, I'm Blair." She looked me up and down, a smile growing on her face. "I like your energy, and you smell amazing."

It didn’t make her dirty or depraved. She was still a good person. By the time Chaz claimed his place in their little triangle of delicious deviance, Piper thought she might burst right then and there. Here she was, panting, moaning, damn near whimpering, as hands massaged her round backside, moving down between her thighs in search of the humid flesh that ached for contact.

Patron : and here are the names Kira Cowel Elizabeth Gonzalez Clara Shipman Cindy McPherson ..... Cindy : oh my goodness..... My name is there. My name is there. Yeah yeah. My name is.... Audrey: will you shut it? Just shut it. Leave the celebration for later Patron: ..Lilah Manny Grace Philips Audrey Peters Audrey : OMG. I'm in. That's awesome. So awesome. I'm now going to prove to dad that I can do things and be successful. Yes, yes, yes.. In your face dad....

The hookup site I’d been on, sneaking texts in the dark, spilling secrets to some faceless guy who’d lit me up with every word. My heart slammed into my ribs, loud and fast. I tapped it, breath hitching as the chat loaded— Redline87, the name I’d memorized, the guy I’d confessed to, flirted with, fucking craved. A new message blinked: “Missed you last night.” My own words stared back at me—my line, from those late-night threads when I’d been too scared to show my face. I scrolled, hands shaking, and there it was: every filthy promise, every dumb hope I’d typed, mirrored back from him. Dorian. This whole fucking time.

“Miss Piper Henshaw has pleaded guilty to multiple charges, including attempting to murder a police officer this morning, attempting to murder Miss Michelle Banks, the famous action movie actress, and causing an accident leading to the loss of an unborn child.” “In view of this, she received a maximum sentence of life imprisonment without parole.” Piper was shown on the screen with tears in her eyes, her face swollen from shedding too many tears. From different locations, their eyes were glued to the same thing: the news on Piper. As soon as the verdict was over, celebratory messages kept flying around.

Jane approached, took a seat opposite her, and said with a smile: "Piper, I apologize for keeping you waiting." The young lady removed her sunglasses, revealing a delicate and fair complexion. The mole beneath the corner of her eye conveyed an alluring impression. She was the celebrated American songstress Piper Smith. "It's not often that we meet, so I don't mind waiting." Piper giggled, seeing that Jane was convinced, and said, "I was just joking, I haven't been here for long." Jane nodded, "I'm sorry, you're so busy and I still made you come out."

She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad. Piper, on the other hand, was only five foot four and too curvy to look good in most off-the-rack outfits. Her hair was that boring color somewhere between brown and blonde, and her eyes were a light, almost washed-out blue. The only thing she really liked about herself was her face. It wasn't model caliber, but pretty enough if she put some makeup on. Not that she did that very often. When she was examining gems through her tools and viewing scopes, heavy makeup on her eyes posed a problem.