Scraps X Tisha Novels & Stories

”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.”

I woke to the sound of a bell. The high-pitched ding sounded again. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, blinking my eyes to clear my vision. Right away I was slightly confused, I didn’t typically receive naked pictures of women. To my dismay when I had clicked the screen on it opened the message right away. Picture after picture had been flooding the screen. All intimate pictures of various positions of Mia, the woman Tadeas was escorting at the art show. There were at least 6 before I placed the phone back, face down.

Only the front wall was different, with the floor-length glass allowing a perfect view of the traffic outside. The shop was nearly empty, with only a few people sitting at the tables. There was a small line at the counter, with less than five people there. "What flavor would you like?" Adnan asked. "Vanilla," Afrah replied. "No toppings." "No toppings?" he raised an eyebrow. "Yes." "Why not?" Afrah merely shrugged. "Come on," he groaned. "Live a little. At least have some sprinkles." "Fine," she said, staring down at her hands.

That pancake was my lifeline after a blood sugar crash, a rare moment I hadn't starved myself to save every cent for him. He paused, softening. "I know you see me as a burden. I'll get discharged now." Fighting back my bitterness, I transferred him my last $1,200. "This is all I have left." It was the final thread of our bond, severed. I grabbed my bag and turned to leave, but laughter from the ward drilled into my ears. "Is she kidding?" Natalie scoffed. "Unless she coughs up 50 grand for my new necklace, she is just playing us."

She reached to her side and took a small container. The insides of the container shook when she lifted it up and put it against the light of the moon. The glass bottle reflected the gentle light. A sinister smile spread on her lips when she saw the white pills inside the bottle. Then, she read the label of the pills. Aphrodisiac. Again, she chuckled. Dalia opened the bottle and took one of the white pills. Her long slender fingers carried the aphrodisiac pills and gently dropped them inside the bottle of red wine.

Another disembodied voice that sounded like a seductive older woman called out from the void. "What, what is this?" Who would do this?" Xasha said in exasperation. The woman chuckled, "if you can't handle this much, it means you are unworthy. You lack the stones needed." "Screw you and your stones, say what you want plain and straight. Why all this roundabout bullshit to waste my time," Xasha screamed in anger. In the process, he opened his eyes and had to close them again immediately. Dropping to his knees once more and vomiting out his lunch, "Shit," he cursed under his breath.

They will be a perfect match, don't you think? That sentence replace in my head and I shake it off as a pang of jealous hit me and it hit me hard. She stretch her hand and Tash takes it and she pulls him up. She tears the hem of her expensive dress and wrap it around the cut, his eyes are on Sasha. He is shocked Sasha helped him despite everything he has said and done. "Blood magic", Tareem and Taet says in unison, shock written all over their faces and Tareem turns his gaze to Tasha and then Sasha before taking in a painful deep breath.