Sallyface Novels & Stories

Anne Jenner focused on her phone, so she was startled, raised her head and saw the corner of Sally's lips upturned, very close to her, she backed away a little. "What do you do?" Sally frowned: "Your lips are so beautiful." His eyes fell on her plump red lips. "Ah, so do you." Anne Jenner was neither salty nor pale. Sally's appearance is also handsome, beautiful in the style of fluttering cauliflower, long narrow eyes, maybe because of her smile, she doesn't have an overwhelming aura. Unlike Edward Mitchell, it's okay if you don't smile, but every time you smile, you feel very distant, but your body always carries an immeasurable depth..

Definitely, this is a great development for her. They extended a gentle hand to her, it was also the right thing for her to return the good hands, she smiled and said "She has accepted their genius request." Mrs. Bolu and Tonia hugged one another and Sarah joined in the one big hug. Mr. Seye said, "This is a lovely sight, I need to take a picture of this." He brought out his phone to capture the moment and he sent it to his F******k account for future throwback Thursday.

They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

Chapter 41 ...Lucas... "You remind me so much of her so don't be surprised when you notice that am too fascinated with you. I know you are not her but seeing you makes me feel that perhaps she is alive somewhere and waiting for me to find her" I stated, "I understand you fully now and don't worry, I dont mind that we are friends" Sally said with a smile which I also returned "Do you have your phone with you?" She Suddenly asked "Yes sure" I reached for my phone in my pocket

Sally York entered just then, and seeing everyone busy chatting, she walked up to Callie and asked, "Have we met before?" Callie shifted to the side, exceedingly wary as she snapped coolly, "Nope. Never seen you before!" Sally raised a brow. "Really?"

No way! Are you kidding? My mind screamed. "I, uh, sure?" The room was emptying out around us, though Sally was lingering. Charles was grinning at me. "You don't have to say anything. Just look serious and formidable." "That may be a stretch," Sally said, coming over to us. "She's got a rare beautiful but sweet face." "Thank you," I said, looking down, feeling myself blush. "I think?" "Charles," Sally said. "Are you sure it's a good idea to put her face out there? Might it not put her in more danger?"

I looked towards the fitting room, hoping Nora would come out and save me. I felt someone looking at me and when I looked up, I saw it was the black-haired woman. She walked up to me with a frown on her face. “Hey, do I know you?” She asked with a confused look. “Um, no, I don't think so.” I smiled. “You look like someone I once knew. Anyway, my name is Sally,” she introduced herself. The name Sally sounded familiar, like I had heard that name before. “April, nice to meet you.” I replied, returning her smile.

Suddenly, she leaned in to embrace me from behind. I furrowed my brows and forcefully pulled her away. Her unsteady mechanical legs buckled, causing her to fall to the ground. "Derek, you are still so heartless," Sally said, tears welling in her eyes. I pushed the chair back and stood up, my voice laced with coldness. "You're still as delusional as ever, Sally. I told you five years ago that I didn't like you." A self-mocking smile crossed Sally's face. "Back then, you chose to sponsor me because of my face, didn't you?"

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.

Smiling softly, he said, "That's impossible. You know I only have eyes for you." I looked at him. My lips curled into a smile. Sally couldn't keep her mask on any longer. With a huff, she grabbed her bag and stormed out. As she left, she muttered, "I'll go home now". I watched her storm off with a satisfied smile, thinking, "Does that sting, Sally Bayer? Don't worry, the worst is yet to come."