Shady From Cash And Nico Novels & Stories

Vivian shuffles her color swatches. Nico looks at his phone. Both are clearly trying to avoid each as much as possible, could there something actually going on between these two?

When they had gone far enough, she turned to smirk at me. Then, taking off Larry's scuba mask, she wrapped herself around Larry like a koala to a tree and jammed her lips on his. Larry was stunned for a moment, but he soon got into it and kissed her back. Seeing that, their buddies quickly made a circle around them, taking photos with their phones repeatedly. I watched from the distance, unaffected as Larry and Heidi kept swapping spit, my eyes fixed on Heidi's groin. None of them noticed the crimson slowly seeping out of Heidi's bikini, spreading into the water toward the sharks.

"Who said you could wear my mom's dress? You deserve to freeze to death!" I opened my eyes with effort and saw my son, Robin Torres, right in front of me. Suddenly, a huge snowball slammed into my body. The sharp pain knocked me off balance, and I collapsed straight into the snow. "No matter what you wear, a fake will always be a fake! Don't think you can replace my mom just because of what you're wearing!" Robin shouted while pelting me with more snowballs. Looking at the face that was so similar to mine made my heart ache as if it were being stabbed.

How could I know what was a lie when the foundation, something as simple as his last name, was a lie? The world around me crumbled. The room turned into just shadows of people, with whispers across the air. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my head snapped up to look at them; it was Cleo. I could see her lips moving but there was no sound. I looked over at the stage to see his eyes on me. He was still talking to the crowd, probably explaining everything, but I couldn’t hear anything that was being said. His face softened with apologetic eyes at me, and I wobbled to my feet. He twitched like he wanted to come to me but couldn’t.

"You were right when you said Ethan owns a casino, fuck he does." "Told you man, and I tell you one more thing, he has more shady hidden things, and I know that for a fact. What else did you find?" "Well, there is this friend of his who came to him with a proposal. I think that friend, Bruce, wants them to expand the business." "Oh, the greedy ones. It never ends well for people like them. Selfish and greedy. And what was the proposal?" "He talked about selling hard drugs, cocaine, and even arms.. Guns."

I hate that I did this to them. But Shane? He isn’t innocent either. He doesn’t think I know about his little obsession with OnlyFans. The late night scrolling, the messages, the way he’s been talking to this plus sized woman like she’s the only thing that excites him anymore. She’s pretty, I’ll admit well proportioned, with a small waist but thick hips and an ass to match. And maybe that wouldn’t sting so much if she didn’t look eerily similar to Madison, Sade’s sister.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

James smirked slightly and nodded. "Aidan knows how to make gossip hotter. I think it's time to retaliate. We are carrying out the first phase of the plan." Grey nodded and grinned evilly. He pulled the USB from Jamess and walked out of the room. The next day, it was a delightful summer afternoon. The flocking birds are often a sight in themselves in one corner of Manhattan. On a well-known television station, a celebrity talk show occurs, and Nicole Schurman is one of the main stars. Nicole came to be greeted by a standing ovation from the audience, most of whom were women.

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.

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