Reading Juicy Gossip In Her Mind Novels & Stories

"I don't think she meant to tell me. It just slipped out. I was shocked, Mindy. I told her that you had a right to know. It's not fair that they should keep something like that from you. But she begged me not to tell. She's afraid that if you ever found out, you might try to get back at her." "Oh, God, that's so like her!" Mindy curled her fists and slammed them down on the mattress. We were sitting on the edge of my bed in the Red Suite, which was all heavy scarlet draperies and glossy wood furniture, like something out of a Gothic novel. "She's always been jealous of me, at least ever since I turned twelve and started getting tits! And she hates getting older. I know she does. The money sh

Talk about bad karma. “You’re going to spill all the juicy details, right?” Jenny teased on the other end of the phone. Juicy details? She had everything lined up for me, but I seriously doubted I’d find a rugged hunk in a fancy hotel bar. “Go have a wild night with Brad. I’m perfectly fine on my own, thanks.” I raked my fingers through my hair, biting my lip—a clear sign of my frustration. Ever since she dropped that idea into my head, I couldn’t shake off the enticing images.

I don't have my phone or laptop with me, hence late replay. I am glad girls are missing me. I miss them too. Tell them that I will be there as soon as possible. I am with Jack right now, he wants to spend some time with me. I know what you are thinking now, 'we are struggling here and she is enjoying with her fiancée' so let me clear something for-- nahh will tell you in person. I watched the confession. I am shocked. I knew something dark has happened but not this. Her words keep playing in my mind non-stop, even in my sleep. Believe me I want to be there, I want to hold her and tell her that now she is out of that hellhole.

Jerome and Miranda were stunned when I knelt and cried. Everyone around us went silent, their eyes turning toward us in unison. Many of them recognized Jerome and began whispering. "Isn't that Jerome and Miranda? Who's the one kneeling?" "She just said husband—wait, don't tell me he and his wife…" The hushed gossip reached Jerome's ears. His face paled and he tried to pull me up. However, my knees were stuck to the ground—I did not move.

Her friend launched into a long, dramatic story about a shopping trip, a rude salesgirl, and a limited‑edition bag that “absolutely nobody else could get.” Jessy leaned back in her seat, fully absorbed. “Wait, wait — which store? The one in Knightsbridge or the one near the river?” “The Knightsbridge one! And guess who I saw there—” Jessy gasped loudly. “No way. Tell me everything.” And just like that, she was gone — mentally, emotionally, completely swallowed by gossip and girl‑talk. She didn’t notice Damien stepping out quietly. She didn’t notice him leaving. Jessy was still laughing loudly on the phone, twirling her hair, ranting about handbags and brunch plans.

I gulp it straight from the pack ,like the cool taste could somehow wash away the weight pressing on my mind. The clock ticks loudly. My mind won’t stop. I grab my phone again, trying to distract myself. I scroll through i*******m . Mindlessly. Down the feed, through reels, random photos, and headlines I don’t care about, until one stops me. A blurry image, My hair. My face. My voice, The caption reads: “CEO of Skybound, Daniel Morgan, harassed by unidentified woman in his office ,witness claims emotional outburst linked to personal affair.”

She saved the number as MY SOON TO BE HUBBY. "Should I text something naughty?" She asked and for the first time blushed thinking. "But what if he really gets a heart attack?" She asked herself, groaning. "But what should I text?" She asked and whined as her mind wasn't giving any ideas but a lot of dirty thoughts. Then she grinned at the thought that popped into her dirty mind. Then she quickly typed the first text then quickly tapped the sent button. She closed her eyes feeling satisfied with her message. But she opened her eyes as realization hit her.

"Sicko'' by Amo Jones, a fantastic writer. But she is different from the rest of the writers out there. She has more of an appetite for romance. So, yes, she is that good. I was already close to chapter 5 when I heard something outside my window. So I sat up and used my bookmark where I could stop reading, so I didn't lose my place. So, I closed the book and set it aside by the night table. I felt my heart beating so fast and hard inside my chest. I had a lot running on in my thoughts. I didn't mean to, but what if it's not Jayson. But I knew he said I would be seeing him not later, but soon, he told me. I licked my lips. "Stop being a pussy, Ashely, '' I heard Envy say. I rolled my eyes. Yo

With Anthony casually asking Lissa if she wants to go with them. But nothing like that happened today. She decided to have lunch with Judy and Nina instead. And somehow, she was surprised with the new topic they were gossiping about. "Have you heard?" Judy said with much excitement that her eyes were practically shining. "There's a hot guy in the office, Mandy just saw him! And she said he looked like one of those tall and lean models!" Judy squealed loudly with her eyes closed. "Damn, bishes, I can't wait to cut a piece of that cake!"

Read? Jubilee chewed her bottom lip, considering. Normally, she would do one of those things. Sometimes she cooked something nice for herself, or organized her closet. Something boring, usually. But tonight she was restless, her blood heating just from texting with Heath, and as she began to drink her glass of wine, she realized she didn’t want to organize her shoe collection tonight. I think I want to do something new, she sent. Like what? Taking a deep breath, she slid the strap of her tank down her arm, exposing her bare shoulder. With a seductive smile, she took a few photos, trying to find the best one. Then she sent the photo without any caption.