She's A Ten But Novels & Stories

Ten years into my marriage to Joshua Ford, heir to the largest fortune in Kingsbury, I receive a video. The footage is shot inside a car. The video is shaky, and the sounds coming from it are vile. When I hold up my phone to confront him, the moaning is still echoing through the living room. Joshua's expression remains calm. He just shrugs like it's nothing. "Younger women are just fresher. Your health isn't great, so I wouldn't dare push you to try anything wild. But everyone craves a little excitement, right?" I freeze in place, my arm going numb from holding up the phone. "That's your explanation?" Joshua doesn't answer me. His gaze drifts over me with casual indifference. "The truth

"Sweet lady, you are drunk!" "Of course I am... F-fancy meeting you here, Mr. Ten Years. But what the hell are you doing here? Trying to get some girls?" She added as he raised her brows and sipped her margarita again as her mouth curved into a smile while the hotty's corner mouth turned up and whispered something in her ears that made her blush. "I love the dress... You look amazing tonight, sweet." Damn if she was not blushing and wet.

“The blond who works with you?” “Yeah. Have you met her?” “Kinda. She barged into here before you came and told me to stop acting like an asshole.” She smiled. She looks so beautiful. “I'm sorry about Lila. She’s always looking out for me.” She says softly. “She's hot though. She's more on your level.” “My level?” I put my hand on her cheeks. She just goes stiff and I seriously can't tell if she's uncomfortable or intrigued. “Yes. She's a ten. You're a ten.” She laughs.

Chapter 24 POV: Shahara Vikesh She was nervously biting her lips and pacing back in forth to the receiving room where they were asked to stay while waiting for Tamara, who was asked to the study room after the announcement of her – being part of the top ten for the competition for the next Regina. She was totally nervous and astounded. Tamara was really in the top ten! Top ten! Gosh! She was hyperventilating. She has already passed the screening, and the real competition will begin. She was so happy as well as worried about her.

I ask then they smile, "I'm Shane the 3rd Slave this is Kathleen the 4rt Slave-" She pointed at the girl on her left side, "Then this is Sapphire the 5th Slave" then she pointed at her right side they are waiving their hand's to say hi, then I wave my hand to her. "Oh, I'm Brittany," I introduce myself and shake their hand's I guess they are friendly because they are smiling and all, "You're the 10th Slave Brittany haha," Shane said and I was shocked to know that I was the 10th that many?, that freak has so many Slaves? wow.

Her friends were all watching with wide eyes and even wider smiles. Ashley’s smirk fell from her face as she realised what I was talking about. “No,” she muttered. “How did you...? Seriously? No way, you can’t be number ten because you were number three.” She brightened as if she suddenly had a get out clause. I should have known she’d come up with some way of getting out of it. Okay, if she wants to play it like that, fine. “Okay, beautiful, you asked for this. I know the guy that has the power to

She stepped out in a pair of blue ripped jeans, a black crop top and a pair of black low tops. "Ten," I said without hesitation "So are you just going to say ten for everything?" She asked me and I chuckled. "Yes," I said truthfully knowing that she looked good everything. "So if I walked out in a trash bag?" "Then you would get a nine," I said and she laughed walking back in. After a couple minutes she walked out again in some black ripped jeans and a red crop hoodie with the same low tops. "Ten," I said as she walked over to me.

I can’t tell her that from the time I was born, I have been dealing with this fucking cruel world all alone. She blinks her eyes open, pain shining bright in them. It’s not for herself this time, I realise. It’s for me. It’s not pity or sympathy. It’s more like she can feel my pain chewing her flesh and scratching her bones somewhere deep. “ Must have been so hard for you. ” A tear slides down her cheek as I start to forget about how to breath. “ Thorn Clan took me when I was ten. ” She whispers under her breath, some more tears sliding down her cheeks.

She had a sheet mask on her face and was eating a bowl of cut apples. I picked up three gowns and held them up. "Which one?" She bummed and stroked her chin. "Hmm, this is really hard." "Oh come on." "I'm serious Morgan. I can't say. " "Just try." "Okay..." She started. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "The white one... Purity... Nice. The red one... Sexy... Good. The pink one is cute and also good. How do you expect me to pick?" "That's not an answer. "

I don't know if she's pretty. - Bro, you are old. How do you not know if she's pretty? Are you blind? - It's not a girl like the ones you see around here. It's not flashy or hides its face behind paint. She doesn't seem to be plastic like the other candidates. - Did you notice all that except if she's pretty? - Leo asked, frowning. - I think she's pretty. A little provincial beauty, but yes, she's beautiful. - I think I like her already. Is she single?