Piper Mclean Novels & Stories

Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions. I open my eyes in horror. Amber won!? People chose Amber over me!? "Congratulations, Amber. You're the 2021/2022 Prom queen. " The president announces as she hugs Amber, and I watch Amber beam with hideous smiles as she accepts the crown and flowers. I watch as she walks over to Damien, and locks hands with him. "Thank you both for contesting. We arranged something for you though. "The president says as she hands Riele and me big baskets filled with heaven knows what.

Miss Walker kept shaking Piper's body simultaneously, tears streamed down her cheeks as she saw Piper turning her head to the right and left. Piper saw herself on a beach with someone but the image was blurry. Seconds after it became clear. The image became clear and she saw the person she was having fun with... TBC.... One of her memories is clear. Who was she having fun with ❓

“Let it be brief. There’s still work to be done before we assign her properly.” “Thank you.” I called the girl over. She approached timidly, her arms folded around herself. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Piper,” she answered. “Oh, Piper. How old are you?” “I’m ten.” Goddess… she’s so young. “What about your parents?” “They’re dead.” Her words were quiet, and my chest tightened. She was practically an orphan, just like me. I could see myself in her. I pressed my lips together and nodded.

It was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age to still have her bedroom littered with her teenage self! Piper stood looking in the mirror - her hair was still a deep auburn that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and her skin was still as pale as the day she was born. In her eyes, she had always looked unremarkable, but people always commented on how beautiful she was. At a size 16 and 5ft, 9 Piper was what you would politely call curvaceous - at least that's what she had been told by her lovers in the past. Well if you could count only 2 men as lovers. She had even been likened to a younger Christina Hendricks on more than one occasion. If only!

I stopped when Liam suddenly scoffed at that in disbelief. "Everyone deserves that pero sadyang mainit lang talaga ang ulo mo sa kanya dahil nautakan ka niya. At saka take note Cam, she wasn't really an escort girl okay kundi matinik na P.I! Jesus! A bloody P.I! And now? Nang malaman mong siya ang P.I na maghahandle sana sa kaso mo, eh di sorry ka ngayon?? That must've hurt your pride. Too bad for you then." he said in his 'matter-of-factly' tone while shaking his head.

Me: . Piper: ??? Me: I can't walk, Piper. I'm embarrassed to have people see me like this. I'm thirty-two and using a walker like I'm ninety. Piper: Operative word...walk(er). She's all over the place the last couple of days. Hot and cold. Grateful and heedless. She's becoming Sybil, and I never know which personality I'm going to get on a daily basis. Today she seems to be Positive Polly while I'm pairing up with Captain Jackass.

“You’re too good to me.” “I know,” she said, patting my back with fake arrogance. “It’s hard being this amazing.” We both laughed, and she pulled away, yawning into her elbow. “Okay,” Piper said, stretching her arms above her head. “I need to hop in the shower. My appointment is at nine, and I need at least two hours to pretend I’m a functioning adult.” I nodded silently, finishing up my brushing. **********

Not by a long shot. Piper's eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed the mop, her movements reluctant. She couldn't believe she was being forced to do this, but she knew she had no choice. She wanted a taste of the riches and luxury that Lyra and Harrison took for granted, and if that meant swallowing her pride and mopping the floor, then so be it. As she began to mop, her mind seethed with resentment. As they finished mopping, the Head Maid appeared, her eyes inspecting the floor before nodding in approval.

“You’re not mad that one of them captioned her repost my future husband?” I froze mid-sentence, the words catching like a hiccup. “She wrote what?” Piper grinned wickedly, wiggling her phone in front of me again. “Want to see?” “No.” I slapped the phone out of view. “I said don’t show me anything else about him.” Piper gave me that very sinister judgemental look. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course I am.” Piper stretched out luxuriously, scrolling again. “I live for drama that isn’t mine. And this is golden. Lucas Bristo drowning in fangirls while Hannah Black sits here pretending she doesn’t care.”

"I can't—" "Yes, you can." Maribel pulled back, gripping Piper's shoulders. "Listen to me. You are Piper McDowell. You are the artist everyone out there came to see. You survived worse than a conversation in a hallway. You rebuilt yourself from nothing. You are not going to let him take this night from you." Piper wiped her eyes, mascara smudging onto her fingers. "I look terrible." "You look human." Maribel smiled gently. "Come on. Let's fix your makeup. You've got collectors waiting to throw money at you."