Post Malone Getting Flashed Novels & Stories

“She knows.” “Shit.” “Yeah.” We got back to the dorm and crashed on the couch, scrolling the confession page. The video was everywhere now memes, reaction gifs, people tagging the program director anonymously. Malia’s name trending in the small med school hellhole we lived in. Mila handed me ice cream straight from the tub. “We won, right?” “Feels like it.” I took a huge bite, brain still buzzing. “She’s done. Reputation torched. Probably probation tomorrow.”

"You crazy woman! Shut up! I'll strangle you!" I watched this dog-eat-dog spectacle with a flat, cold expression, deciding the moment had finally ripened. I reached into the inner pocket of my windbreaker and pulled out a small silver voice recorder. I pressed play. Every word spoken in this room—Mona's smug confession about swapping the merchandise and laundering the money, Walsh's coerced confession, Sharpe barking out his cover-up orders—played back clean and clear over the speaker. Every sentence was another nail in their coffin.

Quickly, Lauren turned but froze immediately. No, this wasn’t happening, was it? Malcolm didn’t just show up at her parent’s house without informing her first, did he? Oh my God! She was doomed! It was only going to be a matter of days before Michelle insists on taking her place. Her end was near. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and exited the room, leaving the speechless duo. Outside, Malcolm leaned on his car looking like an outright sexy Greek god with his hands dipped in his pockets.

Some wolves gave confused looks at the abrupt toast, but raised their glasses anyway. ​Near the center, Malachi leaned back in his chair, taking a slow sip of his wine with a knowing, infuriating smile spreading across his fac. He knew the scent of raw arousal bleeding off us from ten feet away. Beside him, Marcus just shook his head, muttering a quiet laugh into his hands. ​Before the cheers could even die down, I drove two fingers deep inside her, my thumb slamming down hard on her clit. ​She swallowed hard, her chest heaving. She leaned in just a fraction toward me, pretending to whisper something low into my ear so nobody would suspect a thing.

I grazed his cheek with the knife as I continued kissing him then stabbed him on his side. "A promise is a promise." I whispered then stood up and quickly ran outside. My ribs were sore. I really didn't care of the scene I had created. I had one goal in mind. Help Marlon, get the evidence. The waiter wasn't that far off when I stepped out. I just hoped he hadn't had time to delete the video. I climbed on a fallen barrel and jumped on him, bringing him to the ground with me. I laid a few punches on his face before struggling the phone out of his hand.

to accommodate Phoebe and even chat with her. Didn't he find her disgusting? Malcolm was overjoyed that Vanessa stood up for him. He looked at the floor, which had been mopped so clean that it sparkled, and spat on it. Then, he pointed at Blake and Flynn. "Heard that? You two are headed for destruction!" "Fuck you, Malcolm!" Blake couldn't take it anymore. "See ya, losers!" Malcolm was disheveled from being covered in coffee, but he still looked cocky as he strutted off.

It took him far longer than he wanted to break free of the mess of people. Poppy had run out into the gardens, so he started there. Only to be stopped by a small blonde girl in a waitress uniform. “Ok, Mr. Big Shot.” She glared at him, “What’s your game and why are you picking on my friend?” “No game,” Malcom held up his hands in surrender, even though he could take out the girl with no issues. If she was a friend of Poppy’s he didn’t want to hurt her, but he also wanted desperately to get to his mate. “We just … clicked.”

She said proudly making Lauren even more speechless. Looking at Lauren’s blank reaction, Mona fell silent. She looked at Lauren in a daze and felt confused. “You…you don’t know me?!” She asked, a shocked look on her face which made Lauren even more confused. “Should I know her?” Lauren asked herself, and her lips twitched. Then she watched as Mona began to speak about her achievement. The films she had acted in, the luxurious brand she had endorsed, and even the awards she had received. Lauren listened to her yap, but she said nothing and only kept on sipping her juice because Alex hadn’t allowed her to have any sort of alcoholic drinks. She felt sad about it because it had been so long sinc

Flashbulbs erupted the second the door opened. “Ready?” Dahlia asked, smoothing her dress. Nate leaned close, that familiar grin tugging at his lips. “Ready to see what’s under that dress? Yes, please.” Dahlia shot him a deadly glare, but her lips twitched despite herself. “You’re impossible.” They stepped out together - the city’s most mysterious couple. The cameras went wild. “Miss Reyes! Miss Reyes, over here!” “Who’s your husband? Can we see his face?”

Weber was home. Malomond smiled at Conner, clearly enjoying his return to action. Conner was not nearly so pleased. He wished he was anywhere but here. He sucked in a deep breath, nodded to his new partner that he was ready. Malomond stepped away from the wall and raised his size twelve shoe to kick the door in.