Pretty Little Thing Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR Meanwhile While Chad the Fish Guy died alone in a seldom used part of the building, Bryony went to her favorite fruit vendor for their Lunch Special. The Lunch Special cost a dollar fifty and consisted of a freshly plucked peach, a bottle of water, and a paper towel. “You’re looking rather peaked today, my dear,” said the kindly old woman who ran the stand. She was picking out the perfect peach, heavy with juice and full of flavor. “You really ought to go home and get some rest.”

Mіllіе Hаttоn wаѕ thе рісturе of thе wеll аdjuѕtеd hоuѕеwіfе. Smаll, slender, well drеѕѕеd аnd wеll соіffеd, she еxudеd аn аіr оf ‘оrdіnаrу’ that wаѕ whоlеѕоmе аnd tоtаllу dеmurе.

The little girl had a sweet, baby-ish voice. She had exquisite features, looking just like a little doll. Her skin was fair, and she was wearing a pink princess dress. She looked like a little fairy as her figure stood among the myriad of colorful flowers. She gave the impression of being a good, little girl.

she rushes down the swings and runs with her little feet ______"How was school today dear?" Debbie ask concentrating on the road "It was fine mum" Debbie smiles "Good" Precious keeps staring out the window, her hands touching her necklace "mum, why do I have to wear this again?" "I told you is to protect you" "But, I feel like it's what's keeping my friends away" Debbie forces a smile, how can Precious be this smart already? she thought to herself. "Baby, I promise is to protect you okay?" Precious sighs still starring out the window"Oh I know, what if I take you for ice cream" Precious's face lightens up

She said and walked out of the room. It was night and I have a client this night. Mr Lonnie, a manager director in Excellent Limited. I did my ugly makeup has usual, yeah I do heavy makeup so I don't get recognized. Lol. Funny right? Am very beautiful without makeup. I do work at night. I took the Rohypnol also called roofies and put it into my bag then my phone. I wore my black heels and stormed out of the room. I waved my sister bye and took a taxi.

When he saw Winnie outside, his eyes became even colder than ice, and his eyebrows furrowed. Winnie is now wearing only a thin two-piece dress made of white silk, with the skirt sticking to her body to reveal all of her seductive curves. The collar is also very late, almost half of the breasts are exposed, and the body still has a strong scent of shower gel. Not to mention, the dress is also very short, and the white and slim legs are all exposed, half closed and half open, attracting the eyes of the opposite person. However, Joel is not the type of man who will notice these little tricks. At Winnie's obvious charm, Joel laughed coldly in his heart. Yet Primrose was nice to her and said Winn

dad explained. "I'll take care of everything. I'll find this woman; do you know her name?" I asked my father about it. "She's Unice Venixe," dad replied, and I chatted with others from my gangster days on group chat. Unice’s PoV "I'd like to get this casual dress with a light pink design," I told the Sales Clerk assigned to that division as Ace watched the sales lady assist us in the changing room. I put on the pink dress I had chosen and examined it in the mirror from left to right to see if it fit my figure correctly. Ace sat waiting for me to finish wearing the dress as I opened the changing room door.

Sophia didn't understand that at all, she was just a country girl who was far from modern. "Sophia, why are you so quiet? Are you tired of joining us?" Rachel asked. “No, it's just that I don't understand what you guys are talking about.” Sophia rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. This caused a question mark reaction in the girls. They wondered if Sophia was so innocent or stupid? Judging from her appearance, Sophia looked like a rich kid. When Sophia entered the classroom, the three of them immediately noticed Sophia's appearance. They knew that the bag and shoes Sophia was wearing were branded items that rarely circulated in the market, aka limited edition!

I nodded obediently. … That afternoon, I got a call from Leo. "Chiara, I got what you asked for." "Thanks." "What exactly are you trying to pull? Listen to me—you're playing with fire. You need to stop." "The fire's already burning," I said. "I just want to make it burn a little brighter." … That evening, I made a reservation for "Dante" and myself at a classy restaurant that usually took six months to book. I deliberately wore a long white silk dress—his favorite—and put on light makeup.

So yeah, I hit the little market across the street from the hotel, grabbing a fresh pineapple and a bag of okra, plus a cheap razor and some lotion because why not go all out, shave everything smooth so he'd feel like he was sliding into silk. Back in the lobby bathroom, because I didn't wanna do this in our room and ruin the surprise, I chugged that gross okra slurry I whipped up in a disposable cup from the coffee station, grimacing at the slimy texture sliding down my throat, thinking, great, now I'm gonna be juicy as a damn watermelon, and the pineapple chunks I scarfed down after tasted like heaven in comparison, sweet and tangy, making me giggle to myself in the mirror as I quickly sha