Sally Avril Novels & Stories

I open my mouth to say something, but someone beats me to it. “ April, Santino is looking for you,” A maid calls her, and I finally learn her name. I have been afraid to ask what her name is because it would be too embarrassing to ask for it now when we have been chatting for quite a while. I am happy the maid saved me all the trouble, including the embarrassment. I proceed to make myself a little snack and I decide on a sandwich, hunger will be the end of me.

Sally Acorn, the 21-year-old princess of Mobius, sat alone in her private laboratory, surrounded by bubbling beakers and glowing test tubes. She was a brilliant scientist, but her true passion lay in the creation of exotic sexual concoctions. Tonight, she planned to test her most daring experiment yet – a formula that would allow her to melt into a gooey puddle and experience unimaginable pleasures.

“She really is a rare beauty. I’m sure most men here would love to sleep with her.” “Does this include you too?” The men laughed as they made crude comments about Maia. When Maia passed by, they lifted their glasses and nodded at her. Maia chose to ignore them as she walked by. When she got to her seat, someone came and sat next to her. “Hi, Ms. Maia. I’m Sally from Valentines Entertainment.” Sally smiled at her warmly. Maia could see that she had two dimples next to her lips. She was dressed in a simple white knee-length dress.

He called. Caitlyn sharply raised her head to face him. "Is there anything else you need, sir? " She asked. "You're a strong lady. I truly admire your strength. Keep it up, " He told her with a smile, then he opened the door and walked out. A pool of tears gathered in Caitlyn's eyes as her lips stretched into a wide smile. ... It was three days to the party. Caitlyn realized she didn't have a party dress and was deep in thought about the situation when a loud music from her phone jolted her out of it.

Sally: [Surely, y'all have heard of Sanfiric Villa—the most famous estate in the city? Well, that's my home.] Her tone dripping with smugness and laced with mockery. Sally: [Rachel Murphy, if you're going to impersonate someone's daughter, at least try harder! Your last name is Murphy, not Burberry. How do you even have the nerve to spin such an outrageous lie?] The moment Sally posted those damning words alongside her glittering photos, the group chat turned into a maelstrom of judgment and gossip.

He introduced her, saying, “This is Britney Thomas.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Britney Thomas.” The girl put her hand in front of her and smiled conservatively. She did look shy and timid. Sally smiled at her warmly. “Do you still remember me, Britney?” Britney was stunned, looking somewhat confused. “You are?” “It’s me, Sally! Don’t you remember me? We played together when we were little!” “Ah! Sally, It’s you! I was wondering why I thought you looked familiar just now.” Britney's eyes turned bright as she looked at Sally joyfully.

He mulled things over while tamping down the violence and desire stirred up by the Drakeller technique. "Ashton Gray!" Suddenly, a sharp shout cut through the night. Not far from Lakeview Heights, Sally strode forth with a dozen people in tow. She wore denim short-shorts and a cropped cardigan that showed her midriff. She stood in Ashton's path. "It's you?" Ashton was surprised to see her in all her five-feet-nine glory. What did this piece of eye candy want with him now?

“Her team hasn’t confirmed what she’s wearing.” “So she’s not wearing Avaris Luxe.” “She might. She’s worn your designs before. But her people are quiet this time.” Seeing I didn't say anything, she added: "She’s a Grammy-winning actress and singer, Ava,” Sally said gently. “She’s got her own brand to protect.” I nodded once and slowly. “Yeah, I get it." But inside It stung, but I didn’t let it show. If she didn’t want to be seen in my brand during the storm, then she didn’t deserve the shine when the sky cleared.

Chapter 14 “Going somewhere?” Avery asked. “Yup. My bachelorette party.” Sierra told him. His eyes met mine. They were bloodshot either he’s using drugs or he hasn’t slept in days. His bloodshot eyes eyes my body and he shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that,” “First of all it’s none of your business what I wear we’re not together Avery. Secondly I’m wearing way more than those two,” I pointed out the girls' dresses.

different. Sally is waiting patiently by her car, her small frame dwarfed by the large SUV that must belong to Ashton. She cradles Gwyneth safely in her arms, her soft eyes filled with worry as she glances toward the vampire district. She isn’t dressed for a fight, but wearing a blue sundress and flip-flops? I try not to laugh. This girl has no sense of fashion, but I find that kind of cute. “Sally,” I call out as I approach her. She jumps at my voice, but a small smile spreads across her face when she sees me. Her lips are stained a soft shade of pink, and I wonder how they would taste against mine.