Sexy Bandit Novels & Stories

I sang again, louder this time. "Take you to every party, because all you wanted to do was dance." We were singing in unison, and I realized I was blushing. It annoyed me: why the hell was he singing along with me like we were Troy and Gabriella from the high school musical? The melody our voices produced was so beautiful, I must admit. "Now my baby's dancing, but she's dancing with another man." "You listen to Bruno Mars?" he asked. "Du-.. yes, yes, I do." 'Cool'. even more awkward silence. *****************************

“She likes the place’s ambiance. She loves good music. She has talent, so why can’t she?” “I didn’t know you could sing.” “Shut it, Nate. We have to help her. She’s been living a zombie life this past week.” Katherine said. “I don’t think Sean would mind.” Sean was the owner and the lead guitarist of the band that played at Episode. I didn’t expect him to be a warm and jolly person. He was very sentimental on the stage last night and very emotional. It’s like he was telling a story when he plays the guitar.

Alexander smiled and asked concernedly. “It was great. I was wondering if maybe I could hitch a ride with you back home?” I inquired, I was feeling a bit uneasy and nervous speaking to him. I don’t know why I felt this way. “Sure. Hop in.” He said and opened the driver’s seat, getting in. I walked around and went to the front passenger’s seat and got in. “Fucking Nathan.” He muttered a cuss as he tossed out an empty can of soda underneath his seat. Must’ve been left there by Nathan.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence. " Becca,you are so easy to tease. " Jordan whispered into my ear and his voice sent shivers down my spine and I blushed . I had to move away a bit because him sitting this close to me was not making me think straight. I can't believe that I was actually on a date with Philip, my crush . "Rebecca! Rebecca!" I heard someone shout but I saw no one. Who could be shouting my name ? I heard banging on the door and I had to stop and wonder where that was coming from.

“Three down and you win.” Laughter bubbles out of my lips at Ben’s frown. There’s no way I am leaving this place with a stuffy. You have to make three shots in a row to win one of them. Ben turns to me, a hand in the pocket of his jeans. “Are you sure you want this?” Instead of putting him out of his discomfort, I point to a stuffed lion from the pile. It has a tiny scar on its face that reminds me of Scar from Lion King. My smile widens at my boyfriend’s scowl.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

I knew Jasper wasn't taking her seriously any way. Jasper picked up his backpack that was sitting on his cars hood and slung it over his shoulder . I picked up mine from my motorcycle and did same. We made our way to the school gardens.He had his arm on Blondies waist as we walked.She threw her head back in laughter at something he murmured to her.l felt like a freaking third wheel. I could have any girl I wanted due to my looks . Reputation included too.You might not know but girls loved the thrill of the danger that comes with being with a bad boy .

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”