Scraps X Tisha Novels & Stories

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

I held her tightly, rubbing slow circles on her back, careful of the bruises I couldn’t yet see. As her cries began to quiet, Marcus murmured from the doorway, “Her name’s Tisha.” He stepped further back, giving her space. Tisha pulled away, wiping her face with shaking hands. “Thank you… but how did you even know?” she whispered. “We didn’t,” I admitted. “We came for Ortiz—but we heard you.” My gaze flicked over her bare shoulders. “Do you have clothes nearby?” She shook her head. Without a word, Marcus vanished and returned moments later with a shirt and shorts. “These should fit,” he said, placing them on the bed before retreating again.

She was holding a plate full of strawberries. Tain was asking for one, so she removed the leaves and stem on top before handing it over to him. How adorable. “I have a lot of errands tomorrow that I need to attend to, I am sorry about this, I have left for too long,” I informed her. Tisha stopped before nodding, “I see, you must be missing many shoots and business inside the company,” I only nodded before looking at her intently. She was playing with her hands, how can she look adorable by doing random gestures?

She asks This is disgusting, but I admit that, yes, in the same tee. I don't even wash it. Just scrunch it up and use it again and again. She scrunches up her face in disgust. "Show me" she says. I laugh and tell her it's just down the side of the bed where we are sitting. Sophia reaches between the bed and the wall and extracts my 'cum rag' It's a black tee shirt, scrunched into a ball. Sophia unfurls it, sticky and crusty. It emits a sharp unpleasant tang. But that scent tugs at my cock.

Tara- ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Scar said, sounding nauseous. ‘Scar don’t puss out on me,’ I replied. “Do it, Tara. I’m close,” Mason grunted as I bounced on his pencil dick. I tried to push my canines out, but Scar was having second thoughts. ‘I think I’m gonna be sick,’ Scar choked out. ‘Oh, you stupid bitch. If you don’t get it together right now, I will fucking beat your ass,’ I gritted, trying to push my canines out again.

Swiping through her photos, his jaw clenched as he found images of blueprints and documents. “This?” He held the phone up, his lip curling. “You think this is valuable? Hate to break it to you, but this plan was scrapped weeks ago. Nice try, though.” A chill ran through her. She had risked everything for nothing. “I never thought you’d stoop this low, Tiffany—or should I say Mia?” Zac muttered, his voice thick with disappointment. “You disgust me.” Her phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced at the caller ID. His expression sharpened. “Xiang,” he mused. “That’s your boss, isn’t it?”

Just… tits. Gigantic, gravity-defying, perfectly round titties practically punching me in the face as this platinum-haired barbie bounced toward Tasha in six-inch heels and the tightest, glossiest latex top I’d ever seen. Her lips were shiny. Her waist was snatched. And her smile was fake as fuck. “Tasha,” she screamed, arms wide like they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other since the war. “Good to see you finally made it.” She hugged her tight, jiggling everywhere, perfume slamming into me like a glitter-scented truck. Strawberries. Weed. Sex.

The shopkeeper smiles and says, "This is for use during periods." Shivam pays the bill and returns with the goods. He was still thinking about all this when they reached the theatre. Both of them go and sit on their chairs. Shivam checks his phone but there is no response from Tanisha yet. When the interval comes, they order snacks, so Tanya ordered dark chocolate ice cream. Shivam asks her, “You like butterscotch, right?” “Sometimes changing tastes also makes us happy,” Tanya said while eating ice cream.

Looked at the tears still drying on my cheeks. I didn't wipe them away. I wasn't ashamed. I wasn't ashamed of my love for Cressida. Tasha stepped forward. Her silver braids were tangled and her nail file was nowhere in sight. "You," Tasha said, pointing at Cressida. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again." Cressida opened her mouth. "I'm not finished." Tasha's voice was sharp but yet her eyes were wet. "You can pull stunts when I'm not around. You can collapse in someone else's presence. You can give them heart attacks. But not me. Do you understand?"

She’s humiliated. Yes, please. I want to see your face humiliated. “Guess my child still has her grudges for me.” She laughed sarcastically. “Enough with the bullsh*ts, Tiara.” Alexander said. “Why so fast? You don’t want some sh*t-chats?” No one answered her and just stare at her. She gulp and looked away. “We’re still waiting for someone.” She said and sits on her couch. I gritted my teeth. F*ck! I hope we aren’t waiting for that bitch.