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When his hand trailed on my thigh,a sickening feeling clenched my stomach, electric waves fizzle through my nerves and my heart began pounding faster,I have never felt something like that before. “Ewww” I thought aloud dreading of what I was thinking. Celine stared at me skeptically with an evil smile. “Was there something else that happened that you want me to know?” She arched her brow. I shook my head frantically. I stood yawning while stretching my hand. “Am going to bed,you keep watching your nying nyong nyung” I stated referring to K-pop, Celine is a die hard fan of Korean pop, especially BTS,she can spend the entire night glued to the TV just to watch them, for me that was a waste of

"I don't touch anything certain bitches have already pawed at. So…" I pointed at the dress in Lucy's hands. "I don't want that one. As for everything I bought, shred it. Use shears or scissors. I don't care." "What?" The salesgirl stared at me. "I said shred them." I pulled out a pair of scissors and sliced into a skirt worth 100,000 dollars. "Ah. Music to my ears." [Spending money in the most insane way possible. 4-Star Madness. Reward: 7,000,000 dollars.]

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

I extremely wanted to reset his sensory organs. "Are you crazy? Do I look like a whore who would wear a thin dress like this anywhere?" "You cannot tell me what to do with my money," He retorted, raising his voice. "Then, Mr. Rich, hold your money and I will wear this dirty and embarrassing gown to the meeting," I blurted, rolling my eyes with no care. Designer K was perplexed and wondering about the kind of relationship we shared. "You are crazy," He let out. He was mute for some seconds, "Get her a proper dress. Also, bring all the limited editions you have here to my place. Make sure they are her size,"

"What do you want me to do?" Nancy's doll-like face twisted into a mockery of sweetness. "I love puppies. Roll on the ground and bark three times, and I'll agree." I turned to Joffrey. Mateo. Silent, pleading. They didn't move. Didn't care. Joffrey finally spoke, but only to side with her. "Nancy's not like you. She's simple-minded. If she wants to give you something, you should at least show some sincerity." My heart went cold.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

They hadn’t just entered yet when a car pulled in front. A pair of heels appeared before them, and soon, a girl in a short skirt got out of the car and stood before them. When the girl noticed them, her expression turned into excitement, “Baby.” the girl who just appeared out of nowhere screamed and jumped on Rose with unbound excitement. Rose would almost have fallen if Logan had not supported her from behind. Logan steadied her, grabbed the girl by her collar, and dragged her away from Rose ` “Jane Henson. Can you please act like a normal human being? Why do you always act like a tsunami? Also, what kind of dress is this? Her actions frustrated him.

Jenni laughs, the kind of laugh that bubbles out of her, half amused, half horrified. But crazy works. “Crazy is the thing that pulls people in,” I say, my excitement building. “Imagine it, I could promote the book with ‘Researched by following a real-life serial killer.’ You know I’m right.” God, this is it. This is exactly what I need.

They sing my song from the tops of the trees and shout it in valleys. Being sexy is a rite of passage. A sex god isn't born; it is made. Could I be turned into a sex goddess? Being sexy and desirable is not like me. Dancing and having people applaud my talent was remarkable. And being desired on a stage was amazing. God, I miss it. I miss practicing. I miss the shoes. I miss my feet hurting. I miss my feet buckling in pain. I miss it all. I miss it for old time's sake. Being sexy as a ballerina was like me, but to do it again is against the tomboy code. That is a hard path to choose. Being popular and sexy is not like me. God being a tomboy fucking sucks the big one. Whatever the big one is.

Such a Witch Crazy Of all the things to think of..? Remind me why you are still friends with her? Oh right! She is Crazy and you like Crazy! “Very funny Betty, you are not even close” “So tell me already” Betty Squealed. “Remember that moon-like Tattoo on my back?” I asked