Novel & Cerita Pretty Girls

People dancing. The place was packed and my anxiety worsens with each passing second. Scarlett damn! Where the hell are you! Too lost. I find a pair of hands sneak up from behind me and I roll my eyes. Prying the hands of to scream at the person. " Fuc*ing don't touch me!" The girl raises her hands in surrender. Moving back. To tilt her head to a side. Checking me out from top to bottom. " Chill handsome. I was just saying hi"

MY GIRL SEASON 2 (BECOMING A PRINCESS) PROLOGUE Tatiana Rashmi Montana or as she likes to be called Rashmi is the second daughter of Roshni and Tyler Montana who we all knew how tragic and fun their love story was. Unlike her two siblings rashmi didnt like she spotlight she always liked being the Invincible one and to her parents surprise she was the only one who didnt go into acting and modelling like her sister Raven and Trevor. Rashmi has always believe there was a place for her in Indian she loved the country so much. Her dream came through she was posted to indian for her medical internship.

Kind of like what the popular kids would do in the movies. Cliche much? Yeah, I know. It makes me want to put out a leg and trip them. Just to ruin this blasted scene. There's Sandy Elizabeth McLean, the secretary. One of the most popular girls in school. She's very pretty with her long blonde hair always in perfect waves and amazingly green eyes, perfect skin and rosy pink cheeks. She's the only female in their group, which makes her the darling. Trust me when I say that her suitors would have a hard time since they're afraid of the males in the student councils.

The class joined Adana in releasing a relived sigh and she tuned out the presence if the boy beside her for the rest of the class. "A-and she called my hair hideous." Leilani was on the verge of spilling up a river while she narrated her horrible first experience with 'three spice girls' as they were popularly known by. A group which consisted of Sasha, the school bimbo and walking STD transmitor and her 'pack'. Adana tsked before reaching into her pocket to hand Leilani the wad of tissue paper she kept just in case. The light buzz and toxic environment of the school cafeteria was not a place to shed tears but she wasn't going to tell Leilani about that little detail right now seeing as she

Vad’s Point of View Pieces of chips crackled as the girls munched the fried potatoes and licked the cheese on the tip of their fingers. The crispy fried chips may look the same as what we have on Earth, but it tastes better. We circled all over the round table as they exchanged sassy conversation. They sat with their legs crossed and chin up like a well-groomed lady. It’s something that the current generation on Earth lacks. The girl with curly hair delightfully spoke.

I whispered, but it came out as a plea, my hips bucking up against him despite myself, craving more. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, his chest brushing mine. “Say it, pretty girl. I want to hear it again.” My heart raced, a mix of shame and arousal flooding me. I shook my head again, harder this time, trying to bury my face deeper into the pillow.

I'm out of the shower and saying good morning to the girls just as Kelly arrives. It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating pancakes and bacon with my girlfriend and the four teenage girls I was romping around naked with last night. I'm happy to see they've cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed. Kelly is a beautiful 24-year-old woman who dresses like she's just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls sizing her up. They look sexy as hell in their tight shorts and mid-drift barring tops

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

“Oh my gawd, oh my gawd! I know! Let me give you a makeover!” “A makeover? Like those ones you see in the corny teen movies? The one where a popular kid takes the nerdy girl and suddenly makes her beautiful and popular, letting her get the hottest guy in school.” I've seen Clueless and She's All That. That shit doesn't happen in real life. I would love a Pretty Woman moment, where after a nice change of clothes I have Richard Gere facing his fear of heights to climb my fire escape with a rose in his mouth. But I am forced to face reality and I know that shit isn't fucking happening.

said Zach proudly. “Tell me about her” said Val leaning into his embrace. “Andrea Jenner, twenty years old vocalist of Pretty girls group” said Zach in one go. “She is so young, show me her picture” said Val and Zach opened his phone showing her pictures from concerts. “You have good collections” teased Val and swiped her pictures. “She is pretty but Zach she is twelve years younger than you” said Val. “I know that’s why I didn’t pursue her” said Zach looking into the dark night.