She's Got Legs Novels & Stories

The little girl nodded her head and had her dinner happily. ^^^^^ Sheila's POV: Six years later........ "Take care, my beautiful." Harry whispered in my ear, wrapping his hand around my swollen stomach. I furrowed my brows and looked back at him through the mirror. "How did you find me beautiful? I look like an elephant!!" I couldn't hide my anxiety but asked. I'm getting more weight day by day, everyone would have forgotten the skinny Sheila even I don't remember my old frame.

Appearances were deceiving. I opened my fried chicken and set it out on plates, then set about dressing my salad with the vinaigrette. We opened all the containers one by one, setting them out. Ashton and Zayn had brought all the other food, which consisted of mini sausage burgers, salsa with chips and chicken noodle salad. Melisa had brought along fresh fruit, understandable as she seemed to live on fruit. No wonder the girl had skin like peaches and cream. Zayn and Ashton left to get the drinks out of the fridge.

He seemed not too sure to believe but have just agreed with what he said. After about an hour of waiting, as he had swallowed the fourth shot of alcohol, Conrad was relieved that when he looked again at the entrance of the place, it was exactly the arrival of a familiar figure of a woman. She's wearing a black top with spaghetti straps and skinny jeans and paired with boots too. She's giving a cowgirl vibe even though she's not wearing a hat. She didn't seem to notice him because she was just constantly entering the place. Not even looking around.

"We're both your guests. Why does she get special treatment? Where's the salt? Come help me." His body reacted before his mind did, and he turned around to help her without a second thought. After some time, Hanna called out to me, "Cassandra, come try this." Then, she turned around to grab my car keys. "Here are your keys. Thank you again for lending us your car." I accepted the keys without a word. The table full of food only made me lose my appetite. "Cassandra, it's getting late. You should head home after you eat," Hanna commented.

My lips found her nipples through the nightie she wore. She hissed, surprised by the touch. Her hands immediately held my hair and pulled my lips away. I raised my head and looked at her. "What is it?" She shook her head but I could tell there was something on her mind. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and she scrunched up her face. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. She frowned and pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me deeply, sucking on my lips like an ice cream. My hands found her ass and I raised her. Her legs wrapped around my waist which was where it was supposed to be.

"Everyone loved Morgan. Everywhere and anywhere you went it was all Morgan! Morgan!! Morgan!!!" Her voice kept rising in anger as she called my name. At the third mention of my name, she pushed me forward, earning a yelp from me as I landed flat on my face on the damp floor. Before I could register way had happens, she pulled me up, the bonds holding my hands and legs digging further into my skin, drawing blood.

I was trapped, helpless, and alone. All I could see was a pair of slender legs, encased in expensive stiletto shoes, walking towards me with an elegant gait. The shoes were black and sleek, with a subtle gleam that seemed to mock me. The legs were toned and graceful, moving with a confident stride that seemed to own the space around me. Who was this? I tried to rack my brain. I felt like I should know.

He winced and grumbled "touché..." The door opened slowly and a faintly red female walked in. She was of average height and only a strip of black cloth wrapped around her breasts; her legs were—I gasped when I noticed her legs. They were like a goat, with short dark red fur that went all the way up to her hips. Black hooves clopped against the white tiled floor.

She wasn't expecting that and neither were her friends. I came back and grabbed Nemesis' leg dragging her with me. She had changed clothes. An oversized Harvard shirt with black Nike leggings. 'LET GO OF MY LEG' she said trying to fight my grip. 'you don't always get what you want baby.' I snarled. 'That is where you're wrong. I always get what I want. Not because I am a spoilt brat but because I will always find out a way to get something.' And just like that she was out of my grip and turned towards me walking slowly and slowly.

She does not belong in a place with so much violence and death. As I let my eyes roam her body, I notice she is only dressed in an oversized shirt, leaving her long-toned porcelain legs on full display. Her arms are folded in front of her chest which only pushes ups her perky tits. Her nails are digging into her forearm like she is holding herself back. She’s not the only one trying to hold back. I can see my hand wrapped around her ponytail pulling her tightly against me devouring her lips and breasts as she wraps those gorgeous porcelain legs around me so that I can plunge myself into her.