She's A Ten But Novels & Stories

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She’s not. She’s just so damn adorable. Cute, tiny, and smart as a whip. I think what spooks her dad is the fact that she speaks like someone much older than her age, which I admit might take some getting used to, but other than that, the kid was just like any other ten-year-old as far as I can tell.

Rey asked with a heavy accent. Rutt smiled, wiping away the remaining red lipstick under her lips. “Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this for many reasons, I get tired frequently of what I have, I always want more, I like to feel I’m able to do something in order to get the entire world.” Rutt said, making her heels to sound against the floor. “I’m not the kind of a woman you’re going to give her everything in order to get her body, no, I’m the kind of a woman who loves learning, who loves playing a little, who knows how much the success can cost. Mr. Rey, don’t see in me a prostitute, a woman who doesn’t offer anything else but her body, I’m the kind of a woman you’re always going to be

He could swallow me whole without breaking a sweat-and not in a good way. I close in on the female shower room as a bouncy brunette enters the gym, garnering my attention with her obnoxious oohs and aahs. In her tight, purple tube dress and tall, tall heels, she passes me by without a glance in my direction. I stop and peer over my shoulder, watching, as she prances over to Seth. Of course he's with her. Why wouldn't he be? She's a ten. Her body is slim, her boobs big and fake. I shake my head. Good for him. Good for her.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

"Does it feel good to seduce your friend's man? How shameless can you be?" "Ariana Hudson. Graduated from Astor University. Raised by a single parent. Mother is a farmer. Hometown is Bailington. Phone number is 123-456-7890. Does your village even have Internet? Shall I show your mom and neighbors how you really earned your money?"

She had lost a lot of weight, her face was pale, and she had lost her usual radiance. "Zoe," Vicky greeted hesitantly. I nodded as a greeting. "I have something to tell you." She caught up with me. "Can we talk?" We were silent; the closest of friends were now like strangers. Finally, she spoke first, "I'm sorry. I know it's no use saying this now, but I really regret it." I looked at her, suddenly remembering the little girl who handed me a lollipop 20 years ago. I asked, "Vicky, do you remember the promise we made when we were ten?"

“She’ll have all of Monaco under her control before she’s ten.” “Don’t give her ideas.” “She doesn’t need ideas from anyone.” True. Sadly.

I swatted his shoulder, "How's Zen?" "Exhausted. He could barely sleep, anxious that we'd get caught. His mate, Heather, is here as well. She's awesome, I swear, you'll love her." "I heard my name," a woman as short as me strode into the room. She wore a red sundress with floral print, her blonde hair cropped into a bob with chestnut highlights throughout. She had high cheekbones and a heart shaped face with a button nose and full lips. Her eyes shifted to me and their gray had my breath hitching. The resembled a full moon with flakes of black sparkling in their depths, "I'm Heather," she introduced with a bright smile showing off her pearly whites.

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"