Rent Tango: Maureen Novels & Stories

She grumbled. "What? Did notification of his landing interrupt your moment with Mike?" She flushed bright red while Maureen stiffened a giggle, turning us to her. I had forgotten that she and Tara hadn't met. Had forgotten to introduce them. "Sorry." I got up from my seat. "Tara meet Maureen." I contemplated saying Tristan's healer but caught myself. "My friend..." I said instead with Maureen raising a brow at me. I ignored it. "Maureen meet Tara. My assistant, secretary, and friend. " They smiled at each other, but I interrupted the introduction with another piece of information. "And the both of you are going to help me with my wedding prep." Tara beamed with smiles and before I could let

She nodded as she wiped the unshed tears from her eyes, then popped the earbud back in and leaned on his shoulder once again, waiting for the music to take her away. Arriving at the car rental, Camden packed her earbuds away as they retrieved their belongings from the trunk of the car and made their way inside. The place was pretty busy, filled with rental agents and customers alike. Camden clung tightly to Clayton's hand, drawing strength from their connection. They made their way to the back of a short queue of people, waiting their turn to be assisted. When they got to the front, Camden let Clayton do all the talking. She was barely listening as she focused on the carpark filled with shin

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.

“Welcome to Seraphim Country Club. How may I assist you today?” “I’d like to sign up for a day pass, please,” Annabelle said, her voice steady despite the slight flutter in her stomach. The attendant raised an eyebrow, her gaze assessing Annabelle’s outfit and the designer bag slung over her shoulder. After a moment, she nodded and began processing the membership. As Annabelle waited, she felt the urgency of her mission settle in her bones. She needed to find Andre before his busy schedule swept him away again. Once the attendant handed her a temporary membership card, she thanked her and headed toward the tennis courts.

Well, the house is about to be born again… with someone’s blood. “Mr. Valante,” Mr. Calmar greeted from the barely lit entrance and he began to lead me down a narrow corridor on our left. The journey was short. But it was meaningful because my feet could feel some vibration that fascinated me. That must have been how Toph in ATLA felt. It is a thrilling feeling. I should walk barefoot more.

Ray is fast asleep, and your breakfast is still in the kitchen, Am heading out to grab some groceries. Thanks, Mira, Gabriella said and turned to her work while Mira left the room and shut the door behind her. Mira got into her car and headed to the mall. It took her 20 minutes to find a good parking spot, before heading to the entrance of the mall, She was struggling to put her stuff in her pulse when she ran into a figure at the entrance of the mall, and her key fell on the floor. Oh am sorry she apologized immediately to the lady who turned out to be no one else but Gia Albani,

I exclaimed as I rushed towards them, screaming, shouting, crying, not minding the fact there was blood over there even when I slipped and fell I got up and grabbed them. That was when the police held me back and said. "It is going to be alright," I lunged up from my bed screaming. "Noooooo," I was breathing huskily, like someone who had just run ten thousand miles of marathons and lost. I was sweating profusely and I felt a hand touch me. "What is it darling?" Justin asked as he cuddled me in his arms and I burst into tears. It's been ten years and I am still haunted by the ghost of my past.