Scraps X Tisha Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Cute. Family business.” Mira cleared her throat, a sharp, single sound that cut through the silence. “Tasha. Focus.” Tasha finally turned her attention to Amara, a flicker of something venomous in her eyes. “You’re Amara Collins, right? The one who was… what was it? Who was caught on tape, begging for money and selling herself to an older man, a night before her wedding? The one who went viral with that whole scandal?” Her voice was performatively innocent, a saccharine delivery of a gut punch. “How did you even pull a man like him? I mean, was it a baby trap?”

As she watched John walk away, Tisha wondered if his words were meant to make her feel better because they didn't. She couldn't ignore her hunger anymore and ate the food John bought for her. She looked inside the bag of snacks and saw that there was more than one meat pie inside. She could not bring herself to eat it so she tied the bag and kept it beside her. After a while, she saw Mira descending the stairs and walked up to her with the bag of snacks.

“Tell me who is responsible for this new you.” “Come off it,” Tasha threw her head back and laughed happily. “Am still the same Tasha Harrison. Why should someone be responsible for how I look?” “I know you are going to take your time before spitting it all out,” she told her friend knowingly. “I know you so well.” Phoebe gestured for a waiter, and the two women made their orders. They both requested chicken salad with grapes and pecans sandwich, along with tall glasses of sparkling lemonade punch.

Tisha said lightly. “Alexei left me with enough resources, and I managed them well. I’m now a rising businesswoman under a new identity,” Marva replied with a diplomatic smile. “But that’s as far as it goes. I have no intention of expanding my business until Vlad and his family are destroyed.” Tisha only nodded briefly, then picked up the rest of her drink and finished it. I guessed she felt a bit embarrassed, since her intuition had been wrong and her accusation toward Marva hadn’t been proven. Staying quiet was probably her best response.

“Thank you. I’ll get straight to the point. I was wondering if Sylvania Scarlet came to work today.” Tashil’s smile faded just a little. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers locking gently on her lap. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at Russell Thompsom.

"You wanted to bluff me last night, but I have already thought about it. Among the four managers of Emeraldshade Forum, only Tisha is a woman! There is no way that Devil Tisha is you!" Although Tisha did not have much trouble in Emeraldshade Forum, she was infamous for her violent temper. Both of them felt that they would be tortured immediately if they fell into Tisha's hands. Helma smiled helplessly. She held the yogurt in one hand, took out her phone with the other hand, and pressed it a few times. After that, she placed the phone in front of the two and carefully kicked away the two front teeth knocked out by Neil. Both of them peered through their swollen eyes at the screen. Their eyes

”I look like a zombie “She laughed twisting her waist . She check her phone but was disappointed seeing no message from Dylan .She walked to the bathroom dragging herself . “Hey you busy ?”Her manager ,Susan asked peeping in . “Not really .Just scrolling through social media .Dylan have been ignoring me “Rissa replied. Susan signed and sat on the bed beside hers .Yeah ,Susan also understands sign language . One of the reason why they got along pretty quick.She and Rissa are really close and Riss takes her as a best friend telling her about a lot of things .

A sound came from the hallway and everyone turn to see Ambrose walking to the table shirtless with intricate tribal tattoos carved smoothly on his hard biceps and sculpted chest. A picture of a tiger roaring and bending its body to attack travels to his tight six pack with foreign letters written on his left torso. His brushed his hair and sat next to Ariadne who frowned at him. "Well, I would love to say a very good morning to you but you just ruin it." A young maid came in and place a plate of steaks with a huge dollops of mashed potatoes with creamy golden gravy flows delicately on the plate followed by a handful of fresh vegetable which took a small part of his plate.

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Tiffany’s POV Scars closed his eyes for a single second. When he opened them again, that cold focus was back in place like it had never left. “When is the chopper getting here?” he demanded. The man shook his head, visibly tense. “Almost here. But it won’t make it before the timer hits zero. We have to take the tenders right now.” Scars gave a sharp nod. “Get Xavia to the primary tender. Don’t let her out of your sight. Go.”