Play It As It Lays Synopsis Novels & Stories

The fresh air coming from the slightly opened window soothed Alexa Hathaway as she laid gently on her bed. It was another Saturday and Alexa loved Saturdays. She'd say that it was specially created for her to explore the whole of New York, rather than being stuck with their maid Josie, not that she was a bad person. She was a really sweet woman, really sweet but also really boring.

Or had he never trusted me at all? "Leah, are you okay?" His voice was laced with concern as he gently pulled me into his arms. I buried my head in his chest, not wanting to speak or respond, feeling abandoned by the world. The constant distrust had made me question if I could ever trust him again. "Am I just a pawn in your plan?" My voice was muffled against his chest, barely a whisper. Zach faltered, then leaned down to press his forehead against mine. "Once you're feeling better, I'll explain everything."

I only have the intention to play Wyatt; I don't dare to… 'Maia Hayes!' Wyatt calmly called, but his voice was filled with so much threat that I couldn't help but remember that domineering alpha in rut who tossed me about throughout the two weeks. A shiver ran through my spine immediately. My throat went dry, and I couldn't help but gulp in nervousness. It seems I played too far. 'Hub. Hubby.' I couldn't help but stutter due to nervousness. 'I didn't satisfy you enough?' he calmly asked; however, I can't miss the threat that laced his tone.

Feeling defeated I opened the shop ready for another day in what felt like for one of the first times, repetitive and almost boring. The morning customers are different to the night, I guess they were used to seeing Blake as some of then seemed down right rude to me, but the grocer was in what was thought of as a high end area, so I guess they just went about their day differently. After the morning rush was done, I went out the back office one more time to give the password a crack, the only thing I hadn't tried was Blake's favourite food with his favourite number, seemed too simple but I had nothing to lose so I entered Pasta33 and it worked! I rolled my eyes a little as it wasn't exactly

There was no affection nor acknowledgment that I was her granddaughter in how she spoke to me. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered simply. Couldn’t this get any more awkward? Everyone’s attention was suddenly focused on me. I suddenly felt on the spot, so I turned to Nina and whispered, “What should I play in this mood? What do they like?” Nina leaned in. “They enjoy something soothing and light.” “Maybe something like Claire de Lune? Would that be fitting?” She nodded.

She shuffled to the mailbox and opened the door. “Down, Sisko. Down.” Price’s deeper voice rose over Lisa’s laughter. Kylee turned her head in his direction almost against her will. The dog kept leaping up and trying to put his paws on Price’s shoulders. “Here, boy!” Lisa picked up the ball Sisko played with and threw it across the yard. It rolled under the gate and came to a stop in the street, right in front of Kylee’s mailbox. Kylee froze. Of all the rotten coincidences . . .

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

Owshit! Hindi ko maintindihan ang sakit. Parang kumakalat na ewan. Dahan dahan akong humakbang palapit sa kama ko para doon maupo. Kakaligo ko lang at marahil nagkakabag ako. Inabot ko ang Alcamporado oil sa ibabaw ng nightstand at saka naglagay sa kamay bago ipinahid sa tiyan. Pero ilang saglit pa ay mas lalo lang itong sumakit at parang hindi ko na kaya. Tumayo ako pero natigilan rin ng bigla nalang may bumasa sa ibaba ko. Ano 'to? Naihi ako?

The room was filled with sensuous music adding to the ambiance of romantic night waiting for them. "So, are you ready to follow my orders"? Daniel said in a commanding tone. "Anything you say, Master". Jack bend on him to lick the drop that slipped from his lips to his chin tracing a wet path that burnt Daniel. "Strip". Daniel said in husky voice. He saw the pink dust on Jack's cheeks and how he wished to kiss him senselessly there and then but he waited to see what Jack has in his sleeves. He loved this game that Jack initiated. "Ummm..." Jack was blushing playing with the ribbon of the silk gown that covered till his mid thighs. He was cursing himself internally of the stupid idea. But he

“Please, don’t give up on this for any reason.” “Why will I?” She savaged and walked out of the room. And she met the waitress outside. “Let’s go.” The waitress said. She led, and Layla followed. Layla entered her car. She closed the door and sighed. She picked up her phone and opened the g****e music app and played ‘where dreams go to Die’ by John Grant. She put the phone down and closed her eyes, resting her head on the top of the car seat.