Pretty Girls Novels & Stories

Well, it was an honor for me to do so. Yeah right, I may be too young and I can't even call myself as a teenager. Maybe I can't be considered as a big girl yet for now but I knew my feelings well. This is real and this was something more deeper than their so-called crush. Whatever it is, I'm more than willing to search for an answer. ~Miss Pretty She decided to make a code name for herself as a Miss Pretty. Why Miss Pretty? It's the first thing that comes up in her mind because she remembered Thyago called her pretty the first time he met and acknowledge her existence. Miss Pretty, it is, the name fits her very well.

One look at Jayems and the young ones were all shy smiles and giggles. Wiley rolled her eyes. Those girls were around her age and old enough to have more sense. Granted, Jayems was good looking in a brutal sort of way, but anyone could see he would be a totally domineering husband, completely unsuited to any woman with a brain. It didn’t stop the giggling trio, who looked like they spent half their day preparing to wow men. Their hair trailed in elaborate braids down their backs, as if a maid had spent at least an hour on each of them. They wore subtle makeup, expertly applied, and their perfect nails had surely never seen hard labor. Grecian-style gowns of flowing silk adorned perfect bodie

I say in a hard tone that leaves no room for confusion. Her sweet, pouty look changes before my eyes. I see my naughty girl taking over, and when she gives me a sexy grin, I brace myself accordingly. “Sometimes I turn over,” she says, rolling over so she’s on her stomach. Keeping her upper body down, she gets on her knees so her ass and pussy are on full display right in front of me. She turns her head to the side so she can see me. “I fuck my little pussy like this when I fantasize about you fucking my ass.”

“Tiffany’s okay, but those other girls are so…” “Slutty?” Lexy finished. “I was going to say rude, but sure.” Andi shook her head. “Mindy Caraway, Jessica Swan, Amber James, and what’s the other girl’s name?” Lexy asked, adjusting her glasses, like that would somehow help.

My bottom is thrust up in the air and I feel extremely exposed. “There is something you need to know about me… I don’t just like punishing naughty girls. I like to punish well behaved little girls. I want you to be my good girl and I want to turn your ass red anyway. I want to see your big blue eyes fill with tears as you ask me why and beg me to stop… and then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

“You have no idea what i am going through. So stop being ridiculous and tell me what’s going on here.” “I don’t talk with sluts.” “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Sahithi stepped forward threateningly and she heard a voice. “Will both of you stop behaving like idiots?” both the girls in question turned towards the third female who was looking at them like an angry mother. “Sit down first!” “No need!” “Shall I call PBC uncle?” she asked taking out her phone. All colour drained from the faces of the quarrelling duo. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

“ You’re Helen, that’s your given name. I’m not going to call you Hippo or Elephant or anything other than you’ve been called. You shouldn’t let girls like Heather get to you.” Helen peeked from between her fingers. “Easy for you to say when you’re tall, have great legs, and a nice figure.” “ Does it matter so much how you look?” It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Look, newbie…” “ Jessica.” “ Jessica,” she smiled softly. “Sorry. Look around Edwin and Co. The thin ones stand the chance, they are the most popular, the hottest, and the best. Fat girls like me don’t stand a chance.”

Gautham asked his mom, sarcasm dripping out. "Yup and you love me more for that." She sassed. God, she was annoying but then she was also right. If not for her craziness, he wouldn’t be who he is today. And now that he thought about it, it should be because he had gotten so used to her craziness that he couldn’t appreciate any of the girls he previously saw… they were all proper. And for the same reason, he found Sindhu so much more attractive and amusing.

Nadia let go—too fast—and gave Emma a stiff little wave. Emma—canvas sneakers, low ponytail, big black frames. Sharp eyes. That straight-A nerd look made Nadia back off? I just stared. Emma didn't blink. "Didn't I tell you? Don't touch my people." Nadia curled her lip. "Relax. I was kidding."