Romans & histoires Polly Plummer

“Hi, Polly.” “Hi, Nina,” Polly said, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.” I shook her hand and returned her smile. “You too, Polly,” I said, then thought for a minute, seeing that my mother had already scurried away on some other task. “So, um, have you attended the Moon Goddess Festival before?” Polly chuckled as she arranged some candles on a table. “All the time,” she said. “You?” My cheeks flushed a slight shade of red and I shook my head, grabbing some decorations from a nearby box and getting to work. “No,” I admitted. “Actually, I’ve never heard of it before.”

“You guys are drama queens. Today is Paloma’s engagement banquet. Aren’t you afraid she’ll come after you for causing such a commotion?” Polly’s expression changed slightly. However, she didn’t want to retract what she had just said. She stared defiantly at Dexie. “I’m just speaking the truth, how am I causing a commotion? Sir, you haven’t handled this matter well. Contact the hotel manager here. This woman is a thief, no matter what her identity is. Throw her out!” Polly was really stupid.

Ariel said goodbye to her mother and got out of the car only to be greeted by the nicest, but also most aggressive girl at school. Her name is Polly. She's a white girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was incredibly nice, but talk about her friends or her weight and you may as well say your prayers. Polly loved her body and how her hips were meant to sway like an ocean and not a river. She didn't mind her triple D's either. She embraced every part of her body without the care of all the eyes watching her. Polly and Ariel met in freshman year and they liked each other's attitudes about things.

She was already panting from exhaustion from using the pole to knock some persimmons off their branches for ten or so minutes. Just as she was about to take a break, Jeremy walked over to her and took the pole from her. "Let me do it," he said. Startled, Polly turned to look at Jeremy. "Oh my! Mr. Hansen, when did you come here?" She didn't know whether she was shocked or delighted by Jeremy's presence. He even looked friendly and amicable. "You can leave. I'll knock down the persimmons," Jeremy replied. After that, he aimed the pole at the branch that was heavy with persimmons before pummeling it forcefully.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

So she was willing to play along. At dinner that night, everyone pretended like nothing had happened, laughing and joking like usual. "Pleaee don't fuck in the kitchen again. I fled the moment I saw," Polly said, making a show of being ignorant, saying nothing about the dreams, but scrunching her face up in disgust. Even so, Fae wasn't fooled. The smartest of the Malory sisters, she knew Polly knew. But Olivia was too much of a realist to just take Polly at her word. Maybe they could still save this.

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

Lorna secretly looked at Lucille and gave her provocative smile. Gordon met Lorna in a club where she worked as a waiter. There were a lot of patrons in the club who wanted to take her as a mistress but they were not bigwigs in the corporate world. She wanted someone powerful and richer and didn't care about age so long as she lived a comfortable life and didn't have to worry about money. One day, she heard two of the waiters talking about a certain Mr Roosevelt who was the president of both giant companies, Roosevelt Corporation and Legacy Holdings. And a week later, while she was serving wine to patrons in the private box, she heard someone greet Gordon, Mr Roosevelt.

Every day, he was hungry, his mom only knows how to get drunk after the death of his father, the money she used to save were all spent to alcohol, not a penny for his meal, not even a single bread. Polly at the age one hundred nine, who still needed to be taken care of, was not given any attention, he's afraid to touch the money of her mother, he did it once, but he was beaten black and blue. Then he will go out on the street, seeking food in every garbage can or bag that's within the vicinity, and that's when he was found by that politician “I finally found my muse, my missing piece.” Polly's so naive to understand things like *muse and missing piece before, until he was brought back to the

In fact, I am living my single life forever because after this plan, I bet our fathers would think this is just a mistake. "Good morning ma'am," she greeted me with full of smiles. I like this girl already. "Hi, I was heading to Kalix's office but I don't know what floor it is located. So, can you help me find it?" I asked politely. "Of course ma'am, I guess you're his soon to be wife? Based on your designer clothes, you are the woman his father is talking about." "Really? Did Mr. Reagan mention about me? I'm flattered."