Seventeen #darling Novels & Stories

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

Darling, I wrote the battle plan. The door opened quietly. “Did you see it?” Darren asked, holding up his phone with the headline displayed. His tone wasn’t angry. It was amused. “Cute,” I replied, placing my cup down. “He’s clawing at relevance like a drowning man.” “He’s trying to bait you.” “He forgot I don’t bite. I burn.” I stood, smoothing the silk down my hips, and walked to my desk where a red folder waited—thicker than usual.

Now Playing: Perfect by Ed Sheeran I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in And follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone waiting for me I saw my ex watching at me while smilingly. My mood suddenly changed because of her... 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine I’m still a kid when I fall in love with Jennie. I still remember the time where I cry because of her.

“You’re everything I don’t deserve… but I’m going to keep trying to be worthy of you.” “You don't have to keep saying that every chance you get, you know.” Camille’s fingers tightened on his shoulder. She didn’t reply, but she didn’t pull away either. — A few minutes later, Taylor arrived fully into the hall with Aria. The little girl looked adorable in a frilly pink dress, but Taylor’s expression was cold, her smile forced as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Roderick and Camille dancing closely, and her jaw clenched.

I wasn't sure, but I knew I didn't want that. My eyes pressed shut, dreading the inevitable that didn't happen. Wondering why, I popped open one eye. He was close alright, but just enough to look like he was whispering into my ear, without actually touching me. “It looks like the boss wants a moment with his bride. Well then, let's move on for now, as I introduce the famous Serena Lowe to serenade us!” “Serena Lowe,” I blurted before I could help myself. His gaze shifted from my ears to my eyes. “Enjoy,” he said sarcastically, and reclined.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Could they really see through me? “You should d******d ALLURE,” She said, with a wink. Her phone screen lit up, and she waved it with a smile. “Everybody needs a little secret.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play innocent now, Reese,” Anna interrupted, gliding her manicured hand around the rim of her dirty martini glass. “ALLURE is exactly what you need. That's where the real magic happens—Private, discreet, top-tier men only, darling.” “It's a dating app,” Sophie said lightly.

Thank goodness it had only been a dream. Thank goodness the man I loved—and who loved me—was right here, by my side. I burrowed into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Honey, I'm a little hungry," he murmured suddenly, opening his eyes. Desire smoldered in his gaze. "I love you, Honey." I pressed my lips to his in a fierce kiss. Outside, the weather was perfect. Spring had finally arrived. The End.

It takes thirty minutes to find what to wear, and when I do, I don’t know what to do with my face. Should I apply foundation first? Or mascara? I am so lost, I give up in the end. With just lip gloss on my lips, and my hair packed in a bun, I make my way out of the house and head for the restaurant where the reunion is being held. Upon arrival, I am met with ladies in luxury wear, their perfume overpowering the room. They are all busy talking to each other when I walk fully in, and all eyes fall on me. “Aha, you must be Lennox Damien. The nerd!” One of the ladies’ eyes sparks with interest as she claps her hands.

If Tommy had known any of this, he probably wouldn't have sprung for backstage passes. I can't remember ever being more excited for a birthday present in my whole life. For the next two weeks, I spent every free second talking to Shiloh and watching BBC p**n. Shiloh told me all about her bull, Darnell and how he got her gangbanged by all of Dat Krew the night of their first album launch party. Apparently Darnell was the Krew's producer and Shiloh runs 'entertainment' for his clientele. Suffice it to say, she made me an incredibly jealous girl.