Piper X Novels & Stories

Piper said, raising her hands up signaling two. "You get one cookie." Erick said, handing the cookie to Xavier. "And you get two cookies." He said to Piper. "And the baby gets the rest of them." He said teasingly. "How many cookies does the baby want?" Eric asked me dramatically as he bent over and placed his head on my Tommy. I was already Eight months pregnant. "The baby wants five cookies." I replied to him. "Mummy the baby is being greedy." Piper said while pouting her mouth and we both laughed.

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.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

" Piper grinned as well. . . . …..

She push it to me and smile. God. Hope this isn't alcohol. "Thanks." " Go on guys. Drink your pains away." Piper giggle as she pour little quantity of every alcohol on the table in one glass. What type of combination is that ? I sip mine and thank God for it's fruity taste. This place smells of booze and cigarettes. But it's still sight seeing. I watch the clubbers as Piper drink her pains away. she's drunk and she's not stopping. Brandon on the other hand is also drunk but he doesn't show it. Alexa is already situated on Bobby's lap as they kiss .

“And she didn’t say a word? Dios mío, Dona. That’s wild!" “That’s not even the craziest part.” She froze, staring at me like she didn’t want to hear the rest but couldn’t stop herself. “Don’t tell me—” “Yup.” I braced myself. “Her new man has a son. And that son happens to be—” “Don’t.” She pointed at me, shaking her head furiously. “August Reynolds.” For a second Piper just gawked at me, her chest rising and falling faster. Then she dug into her bag and whipped out her inhaler.

Piper was crying as she clung to Bex. “Hey, little one,” I said softly. Piper’s eyes shot open, looking for me. “Sissy,” she cried out, relief pouring off of her. I gently took her from Bex, apologizing for the pain that it caused her. “Are you going to leave again?” she whispered, her eyes pleading with me to stay.

“Go for it.” She fiddled with her pen, not meeting my eyes at first. “I’m… still confused. About, you know. Me.” My chest softened. “Pipes…” “I mean, I’ve dated girls,” she continued quickly, her voice a whisper now. “But it’s like….I don’t feel anything. And I’m definitely not into guys. Like, at all.” She grimaced. “So where does that leave me? Broken? A fraud?” I leaned back in my seat, studying her. Piper wasn’t someone who opened up easily. She hid behind sarcasm and that tough-girl shield, so the fact that she was spilling this much meant it was eating at her.

Piper ticked them off on her fingers, smudges of charcoal still ghosting her knuckles. “Solace,” she said. “Meridian. Westfall Contemporary.” She paused, finger hovering, then let out a small, almost embarrassed breath. “And… Aurelius.” Maribel stopped mid-step. Turned. Stared at her like Piper had just casually announced she’d applied to be God. “You did not,” Maribel said. “I did.” “The Aurelius Gallery?” Her voice dropped instinctively, like the walls might hear. “Piper, that’s not—” “I know what it is.”

She looked pretty. Logan suddenly showed up in the living room and the lady bowed at him. “Meet Mrs. Xanders, ma’am meet Piper.” Logan introduced and Blakeley smiled at the lady even though she was confused. “Hello ma’am, I am Piper. I work for Mr. Xanders and I’m a make-up artist.” “Oh,” Blakeley muttered. That explains the huge box. “Okay, nice to meet you.” “Thank you, ma’am. Please let me get you ready for tonight. We don't have much time left.” She said and Blakeley raised her brows confused.