Pretty Girls Novels & Stories

I recognized her immediately—Dina. The mean girl. She stands with her weight on one hip, her uniform sitting on her like it was tailored twice, a small deliberate smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. “Hi, lost puppy,” Every word is soaked in a particular brand of cruelty that hides behind a pleasant tone and dares you to call it out. I open my mouth— “You don’t get to call her that” Belle is beside me before I even register her moving. She doesn't raise her voice. She just stands there, shoulders square, expression pleasant in the way that a closed door is pleasant.

I found Kayla very pretty, but I knew a few people who thought she was funny looking. She had a very sharp turned up nose, very pronounced chin, and big green eyes. She was another bottled blonde, with big (store-bought) hooters, and a very curvaceous body. She was the biggest of the girls, not heavy, just more curvy. Round ass, narrow waist, shapelier legs. She was also the youngest by far. She was in her mid-20's when the others were all in their early 30's. She often wore overalls, and she was the only one around who did. Whereas the other girls wore very tight and revealing clothing, Kayla was a lot more reserved.

“Pretty girls, shall we be friends?” Two women were sitting in the seats. They walked closer to a woman who had a tall and slender figure as well as gold hair. Her expression was cold, and her long legs were fair and straight. They were very attractive. The girl sitting near the window was not tall, but she looked extremely cute. She was dressed in a pink dress, and she wore pigtails as well as a pair of glasses. Her figure was curvy as if she had walked out of a comic book.

She was dressed in tight black jeans and a short red top with her hair weirdly done, just like some badass girl from the TV series. "I am not interested. Can I just go?" Lillian indicated her bitterness, but they only stepped closer, trapping her in their wickedly perfect plan. The girl on the left poked her cheek with her tongue and displayed the mobile screen at the freshman. She had waist-long blonde hair and inch-thick makeup on her face, the short skirt she wore being the most lacking clothing on the campus. Lilian's eyes stretched wider, seeing her private photo where her face could be seen without any confusion. She looked back at the girls, and she could appreciate the vicious intent

Isn’t this a slap in pretty girl’s face? **[Love pretty girl: So what if you know the motto? My sister pretty girl studied there, and you people, you're all just from the bottom. Poor, that’s why you’re throwing money at a streamer like this. Pathetic.]** **[I Want to Be Single: The streamer never asks for gifts.]** **[Go to Capital University of Medicine: Oh? Just say you’re poor.]** As soon as her comment dropped, a meteor shower filled the screen, with silver lights raining down and occupying the entire screen. Following it was a line of golden text.

I watch her sexy ass in her form fitting white shorts as she exits my room. 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 to

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

"That's too close to your private parts. What do you need all that for?" "You never know." She groans. "This meeting will be so boring." "I thought the principal is your dad?" "Because he's my dad doesn't mean I should tell a lie." I scoff. I like Jessica. Shoulders hit us from behind. "Eww... What are you wearing?" The girls cringe their noses. Wavy blond shoulder length hair, pink lips, glowing skin, plait skirt, knee length boot, jewellery laden wrist and heavy makeup...I know their type of girls. Rich, mean, popular and treat everyone else like trash. "What pack are you from?"

I don't want to seem like I made an effort because he might know that I wanted to be with him tonight. I pull out a black skater dress. The top part is tight and gives my breasts a great look. Thought we didn't wanna impress. Shut up! I walk over to my vanity to do some light make up. I fill my eyebrows and apply some mascara and nude lipstick. I put on some nude flats and look at myself in the full body mirror. I look cute. Like a school girl. I put my hair into two buns just for the fun of it. Deciding that I look good enough, I grab my phone and walk down the stairs.

In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom. "Start..." she said softly and the girls started dancing, shaking their bodies slowly and seductively. Blair was just sitting there with a straight face when anger boiled down in her veins recalling the talk she had with Sierra. The twp girls then caressed their bodies... they were wearing a pushup bra and a G-string panty. The girls kissed each other sucking their tongues out. "Come on, make me horny..." Cliterella said and the girls faced towards her and pulled their bra and the breasts were sprung free, pointed and hard.