Scraps X Tisha Novels & Stories

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.

She straightened and walked towards her bedroom. Tashi entered the comfort of her room and hung her blazer neatly by the door. She then took out her laptop and tossed her bag on the couch. She let out a soft moan as she took off her shoes after a long day of walking in heels. She turned to her wardrobe and hummed as she undressed and changed into her nightgown. It was a silk negligee that fell to her knees: black, with silver flowers printed all over - a lavish present to herself she had purchased on a whim a few days back. She took a moment to revel in the comfort of the soft fabric hugging her skin and then walked back into the kitchen to see what her mother had prepared for dinner.

She asked and he walked away saying, “Spoilt brat.” She locked the door and announced to her siblings, “Super T, let’s celebrate with this.” “Wow, this is what I call a proper celebration, I love it.” Tania said getting one but Trisha stopped her from getting it, “Theresa, don’t tell me you hacked into the the pizza shop to order pizza for everyone.” “I didn’t do that Trisha, Candy ordered it for us, I told her the exact time I will need it, she is pretty cool right?” Theresa defended herself and they finally decided to get their pizzas.

The space smelled faintly of leather and cedar, lined with shelves of untouched books that were more decoration than necessity. Jessica appeared on the screen in a sharp blazer, holding her tablet like a weapon. “Finally.” “Good morning to you too,” Grayson replied smoothly. “You’re late for our video call,” she shot back. “The board is restless, and Ava Harrington is still planting stories about you being too distracted to lead.” Grayson rolled his shoulders. “She’s predictable.” Jessica smirked. “So I booked you for three interviews, and a shareholder livestream. You’re welcome.”

Hamish and Caden lost so they are the ones who are going to order. "Let me repeat your orders. Landon's will be carbonara with extra garlic bread and coke. Ashton's are a slice of pizza, a cheese burger, fries and a coke. Phantom, caesar salad, shawarma and water. And lastly, cupid, yours will be potstickers, fried rice and sprite." Caden tells us. We confirmed and gave our money to them. A few moments after the two left, Ashton and Phantom were whispering something. I think they're plotting something.

December 19th, 2012 Evening Damon “We forgot about the news yesterday!” Sasha is sat at the other end of the couch, her toes just inches from my thigh. I’m really not sure when I became corrupted by fantasies of her feet. They’re quite pretty. Long, slender. Straight toes. Cropped, painted nails. Protruding veins. I can imagine them padding at my crotch a little too vividly. My jeans are a bit tight. “Tarantino’s film was scrapped because of Sandy Hook.” I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

XiLiang sniffed kneeling before me, my heart pains when I see him doing that, it feels like he has gone far away from me, "I never lied to you XiLiang, how could you say that? What do you mean by that?" I snorted looking at him, He was sniffing, "You hid that that....! you didn't tell me that that scrap is still alive...!" he hissed in anger, "Mind your tongue, XiLiang, no matter what she is the queen and you have to respect her," I was reluctant to do that because it will only cause him to hate her even more, but I know him, he could only be controlled by me being angry.

I turned to see Tisha with a seductive smile on her face. What are you doing? I muttered to her, she didn't reply but simply licked her lips and kept massaging my dick, which caused Mac Jr.'s pride for being touched, to spring up. She took her hands off my dick, grabbed a pen, scribbled words on a piece of paper, and handed it to me. Please allow me to suck your cock, she wrote on the piece of paper. She licked her lips once more as I raised an eyebrow at her, in a major way.