Rent Me For V Day Novels & Stories

Spending the weekend working as a maid in some rich man’s house can’t be this nice. Right? “Okay, so... I need like, two hundred pounds,” I said, sinking into her duvet. “There’s this last-minute chance to get into VIP Coachella tickets, and I swear to God, it’s going to be life-changing.” Taylor laughed, “Coachella?” she said, still folding. “You hate crowds Val.” “Not when I look hot enough,” I teased, still rolling in her bed. “Come on, just a little loan? I’ll pay you back in like…. A month or two.”

Adelaide, massaging her aching jaw, replied, "Of course—at Wall Street rates. Due in full, with interest." "What if he doesn't repay?" "Then daily debt collectors it is. Bloodmoon isn't going anywhere." She glanced toward the kitchen, where blueberry pancake aroma wafted. "But he'll likely convince Velda to simplify the ceremony. 'Bloodclaw Medalist's modest wedding' sounds like good PR." Adelaide suddenly eyed the glass jar on the counter. "Any ice cream left?" "Half tubs of strawberry and vanilla," Beata brightened. "I'll get them. The Frostfang guards deserve some too—they've packed their suitcases in the garage, just waiting for Lycan Erasmus's decree to head home."

Instead, Millan takes a deep breath through his mouth and tries to think of an excuse to ditch him without resorting to verbal or physical violence. That’s when he spots a familiar beta on a bench. Reading. Of course. “And so that’s why they decided on lilies instead of roses. Which, talking of roses, did you know th-” “Well, thank you, Dax, for this lovely tour, but I’m afraid I need to cut it short. I told my friend I would meet her here and I’m already late so.” “Oh well. I’ll wait for your friend here with you.” “No need, she’s right there. I’ll see you around.”

He waved his hand lazily at the door. Two girls walked in right away. Real sexy bitches. Their bodies moved smooth under the dim red lights. Short skirts, high heels clicking on the floor. Their skin glowed under the lights. But I wasn’t in the mood. Not until I clear the air between on this. “So I keep the Veyron Corps name,” I said, clearing my throat and my mind. The words felt thick on my tongue. “But the company’s value gets sold off.” “Yep,” Victor answered. He sank deeper into the cushions as more masked strippers came in. Their bodies swayed around him like shadows. Music thumped low in the background, bass vibrating through my chest.

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off. I quickly texted Tyra. Phoebe: Hey, can you come with me to rent a costume? Didn’t take long before my phone buzzed. Tyra: Hell yeah! I know a dope place—FutureWear Rentals. Wanna go later tonight? I smirked and typed back. Phoebe: Bet. Meet you in front of the dorm.

“So, what’s today? Another lazy day at the vineyard?” Marco reached behind him, pulled something from under the chair, and tossed it at me. Keys. I caught them midair, confused, then turned to follow his gaze. Parked just beyond the vines, by the gravel road, was a vintage cherry red Fiat convertible. Top down. Gleaming under the sun. “You did this?” I asked. He stood up, stretched slow, then leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We’re not staying in the house today.” “You rented that?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE BAD DECISIONS RAVEN POV It’s a brand-new day, and I decided to get a little present for myself. Gosh, it feels so good to spoil yourself sometimes. I went in front of the mirror, pulled my hair up high, put on my bum shorts, and took my small purse fit enough for the present. Entering the gun shop was a blissful moment for real.. Since things are going south, I decided to help twist the plot a bit.

“Sure. It’s a piece of our history and legacy. We held a Victorian Period Day to commemorate the founding of our town even before we began the fair. Moreover, a train travels through the highlands and offers half off admission to anyone wearing historical garb. It appears that many travelers were well-prepared this year. Silva pointed to a stall and said, “Hostene, Darien’s accountant at the factory, is renting costumes for the day for people who don’t have one and want to fit in. Silva touched the arm of Lelandi. You don’t have to rent one, though. I have the ideal attire for you. Lelandi recalled their altercation in the tavern’s lavatory and remarked, “Good, since I wouldn’t pay any money

The next few days passed in a wonderfully boring way. This week’s big activity was a normal college thing—a Valentine’s Day party at Andy’s fraternity tomorrow night. At first Leesa didn’t want to go, but Cali had talked her into it. Once Rave agreed to come along, Leesa was happy. Almost anything she did with Rave was romantic, but being with him at a Valentine’s thing would be extra special. The only problem was she had no idea what she should wear. Once again, Cali had come to the rescue. They were going shopping today at a resale clothes place on campus called Second Time’s A Charm to try to find something “valentiny” as Cali called it. Cali already had her own outfit picked out, but she