Novel & Cerita Pretendente Surpresa

And suddenly, I’m surrounded by four strippers—three women, one man, all wearing ridiculously minimal clothing, practically screaming “we are here to ruin your day!” I blink once. Twice. Then laugh. No, not laugh. Snort with incredulity. “What. The. Hell,” I growl. They freeze. Like deer caught in headlights. François turns pale. One of the women, clearly assuming charm will save her, struts forward and says, “Surprise! Congratulations! We’re here to… entertain you!” I point a single finger at the nearest one. “Leave. Now.” She tilts her head, confused. “Oh, come on… it’s a celebration!”

he uttered, his eyes filled with a sparkle of affection as he looked at her, filled with appreciation for her appearance. Walking towards her with a warm smile on his face, Xavier softly patted her head in a sign of affection before holding out his hand, which caught Jasmine off-guard for a moment. She couldn't help but feel slightly surprised by this unexpected gesture. "I'll give you away" he uttered, making Jasmine's jaw drop in surprise. She had secretly harbored a hope that he would do that for her on her special day, but he had never mentioned nor hinted at the idea until now and she had come to believe it wouldn't happen. However, Xavier surprised everyone with his unexpected act, mak

She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, and by the way,” she said, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I have a big surprise for you. For later. At the party.” My curiosity instantly ignited. “What? Becky, what is it? You have to tell me!” “Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “Absolutely not. It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?” “Is it a person? A performer? Did you hire a mariachi band? Oh God, please tell me you didn’t hire a mariachi band.”

The streets they walked seemed to come alive with vibrant colors as if nature. Curiosity getting the better of her, Dianne asked, "What kind of celebration are you planning, Nicolas?" Nicolas flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it's going to be a grand affair, Dianne. We're throwing a masquerade ball!" Dianne's heart skipped a beat. A masquerade ball! The very thought sent her imagination soaring. She envisioned herself in an elegant gown, adorned with feathers and sequins, dancing the night away with mysterious strangers. The air would be filled with laughter and enchantment, creating an atmosphere fit for a fairytale.

I hate that exposed feeling, like being caught with your pants down while everyone else watches, delighted by your confusion or embarrassment. “What kind of surprise?” I ask warily. “I’m as silent as a fish,” Ruby giggles, miming a zipper sliding across her lips before actually zipping up part of her costume for emphasis. She stumbles away, leaving me behind with a sharp spike of nervousness and irritation that not even a second glass of wine manages to suppress. What surprise are they talking about? And more importantly—who is it from? The answer arrives half an hour later, without warning. The loud music suddenly fades, cutting off mid-beat, and a ripple of confusion spreads through the ho

Seeing none she let out a heavy sigh and stretched her lips into a smile. “Lurane! What a surprise!” “A surprise at my engagement party?” Lurane’s blonde brow raised in question. She looked away from Penelope and focused on me. “Chantelle Jones,” scorn and hate dripped in her tone. “Surprise seeing YOU here. Who would have thought that someone like…you would be here? It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” she eyed my outfit, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

You don’t want me showing sign of pain and scaring him off or do you? Excitement surged through me as he ripped off my short with the knife, leaving my pant. The cold breeze landed on my thigh and it caused me to shiver a bit. Maybe because I was so damn wet, and the air against that was driving me crazy. “You are so fucking wet, Pretend bride. Guess you want me as badly as I want you.” My Master said, an hint of mockery in his voice. I know I was supposed to feel some sort of embarrassment, but I didn’t. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him, so badly, and my body language clearly showed that.

"Don't worry, you'll get to see the surprise soon." Trisha sighed. She still didn't know if she even wanted to see what the surprise was. The way that these people thought was just so foreign to her. Their idea of a surprise could be anything, or even worse, it could be something that Ryan thought she liked. "I don't need a reward for helping Ryan out, he's done enough already." "Nonsense." Kanda moved the car further ahead. "Look, we're next, then you'll see where we're at."

Every news website, social media platform, and even the gossip pages of magazines are filled with these pictures. The picture is clear: Elizabeth chuckling in another man's embrace. Their faces are very close, almost too close, and their chemistry is evident. The man is one she hardly knows. She had a chance encounter with him several weeks ago. But Alex has set everything. Alex has meticulously planned everything to portray the image he desires for the world: the angles, the timing, and every detail. It is a portrayal of betrayal. "Elizabeth Hasting caught in a steamy embrace with mystery man!" the headline shouts. Despite her attempts to swallow, the lump in her throat persists. They have