Novel & Cerita Reading Juicy Gossip In Her Mind

I should focus on surveillance tapes. My mind was slipping between doing my job and jealousy rising for someone I had just met. I mean, she was too smart and hot to be single. I was looking at perfection. A perfect woman who deserved a man like me. My mind trailed to her fingers. No ring. This was good.

Mine is keep it casual, keep it light, keep it moving. Her phone buzzed again. Marcus: Goodnight, Mindy. Sweet dreams. Or chaotic ones. Either way, I’ll be thinking about you. She stared at the message for a full thirty seconds, cheeks burning, a stupid smile refusing to leave her face. “Damn it,” she whispered to the empty room. “This was not the plan.”

A familiar, gentle voice came from behind. Alistair walked gracefully to my side. Countless envious eyes fell on us. "I'm so happy," he gazed at me deeply, eyes shining like stars. "Today, our entire kind watches us step into eternity." He pulled me into his arms, leaning down to kiss me. The moment our lips met, a sharp dizziness pierced my brain. Then, an impossible voice exploded in my mind. [Sex with Gene is electric. Fucking Carys is like fucking a corpse.]

Now a ball of mist in her previously occupied position, Gianna tore through the crowd and headed for the journalism room where, heavens on her side, she caught the skinny boy in tousled dark hair and perpetually drooping eyes filing a stack of papers in the tiny bookshelf the small room could contain in addition to the flawlessly organized table and a chair behind it. "Where in the world did that information come from?" She unbelievably interrogated after barging in like a mad cow. Paying little attention to his supposedly exiting assistant who was now looking at her with immeasurable fear in his eyes. "I don't know but I must say, this is the most popular feed our page has had for quite a w

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

"Here's your mimosa, babe'' "Thanks, Lou," I said, taking a long, contemplative sip. "You know, Lou, I think I'm in the mood for some real excitement today." He smiled, oblivious. "Oh? What kind of excitement?" I didn't answer him. My fingers were already flying across the screen, searching. Keke Jones. The owner of "Heldon Hearsay," the juiciest, most scandalous gossip blog on campus. Keke loved a good story, and she loved to stir the pot.

[I’m dumbfounded…] [I felt like my brain juices had been sucked dry.] [This shameless gold-digger, it turned out she was…] [She was what? She was what? Quick, tell me, I couldn’t read it, my connection is poor. Don’t tell me she had some terminal disease and it had spread…] [She was Sebastian Ford’s wife!] […] […] […] The Internet was so overloaded with the excited gossip mongers and the various reports that it had almost shut down.

she whispered. She let Billy whirl her around so he could see what she was talking about. “That’s him? The cowboy with the tight pants?” he joked. “Yes,” she hissed in his ear. “He looks like he got small feet,” Billy quipped, trying to make her laugh. It didn’t work. “Trust me, he’s hung like a buffalo and she’s had a piece of it. I can tell. Mindy is somewhat shy. She’s not today, locking her bony fingers around his neck like a vice. And he’s loving it,” Jodi sneered in his ear. “Who the hell does she think she is? A woman leaves town for a couple of months, and Matt turns a chick into his own personal Marilyn Monroe.

“Figures.she acts like she owns the place.did you hear shes been into Aiden for years ? Like, obsessed. Someone said she joined the program just to get close to him.” They laugh again. i freeze mid step my fingers tight around the mug. the sound of their voices blurs behind the rush of my pulse. i shouldnt care. gossip in offices is as common as air— it swirls fades then comes back in new shapes. But the thought that i might be standing in the shadow of someone whos playing a game i didnt even realize we were in— it stings deeper than i expect. i turn away before they see me pretending i forgot something at my desk.the coffee tastes bitter when i take a sip.

After he saw the letter ‘S’ on their calendar, he thought there was no point in interacting with the world. He was quietly walking down the uncrowded hallway of his new school as he went down the covered court. This day, his mind was a jar loaded with freezing air beyond the stage of satiety, preoccupied with something cold. Ironically, he was not thinking of anything in particular. Pensive by his thoughts, he did not notice it right away when he was bumped by a guy at his back. He quietly turned to see the eyebrows of the guy meet as they faced each other. His hair was in crew cut as he confidently stood in front of Praxis. His jaw was strong and masculine, standing about five inches taller