Sally Slater Novels & Stories

Agatha pulled Adam inside the narrowed alleyway. The space was so small, and it could only occupy two people simultaneously. Blinking swiftly, Adam looked at the woman in front of him. She was stunning. Black long hair, pale white skin, round eyes with long lashes, and red lips. No wonder why a billionaire like Brett chose Agatha as his slave. ‘Did he have fun with this lady? How much did he go?’ Adam wondered. His eyes traced her body.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

I got off and went to the kitchen. I need to cool down. That woman's behavior is heating up my head. Maeji is her name. She was the leader of the two, you thought they were strong and I only got sick because of the rain not because of his slap so weak. In the evening, Nica entered my room with her two friends, Shanley and Laira. "Please Sis Mary join us! It could be more fun!" Shanley even applauded. I just laughed at the way they looked.

right. “She had this coming,” Sally said, breaking the silence. “You don’t get to hurt people and walk away scot-free.” “She’ll never change,” I said, setting my glass down with a quiet clink. “Sara’s always believed she could do whatever she wanted and never face the consequences. But now... now the world is finally catching on.” “And you’re the one who lit the match,” Sally said, her voice full of pride. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that little push you gave.”

She needed to find out why she would just up and leave the way she did knowing that their mother would be worried sick. Sally was 29 and was older than Callie by five years. They were so different in character that you would never assume that they were sisters. Sally was always so eager to be rich without working for it. She was pretty and very smart but always used her looks to get by in life. Social media was a frenzy… Sally was on every platform flaunting her goods… She played with the rich and famous always hoping that she could get a rich man to marry her.

“Rachel West！” James Smith snorted through gritted teeth, almost jumping over to beat her. Rachel West said blankly: "I didn't have the strength, and she fell on her own." "You think I'm blind?" You are blind! Rachel West secretly slanders, no matter how weak her body is, she never shows weakness on her face. James Smith stared at her rebellious little face, but couldn't strangle her.

Or, was she just being careful? The electronic doors slid open, and Sally came in, graceful as ever in her ever-blazing suit and trousers that looked like they were washed in Asia and ironed in Italy. The fold lines on her trousers spoke grace with every step she took; the tablet she was holding seemed like a heavy weight against her fragile, intelligent frame. She looked over at Lana’s table and picked up her pace, walking faster towards the sitting party and noticing the icy Freda. As Freda saw her approaching the table, her countenance changed from the faked warmth that she exuded to her usual, normal icy cold.

'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets. She remembered how she felt as if a part of her humanity crumbled off every time she took a life until a time came when she felt nothing. Like the man who felt nothing as he toyed around with women’s hearts, she had no regard for other people and was selfish of her own happiness and pleasure. She then snapped out of her own maze of reminiscence and started her busy day.

The money came flying down on stage. Carter added his own shouts while slapping the table. He couldn't clap. His other hand was busy with my pussy lips. Sweet Sally ran her fingers up her pussy lips and brought them to her mouth. As she suckled on them, the music ended. "That was Sweet Sally!" the DJ announced. "Have to get a lap dance from her," I said. "Hmm, maybe," he said. "She is a St. Tatiana slut. Been there, fucked that."