Shirley Mga Nobela at Kwento

How annoying! Right now, I’m wearing a flowy silvery-white dress. It has no sleeves, but it accentuates my breast making them appear bigger than they are. A slit runs down the valley and stops a few inches down. My hair sits in a messy Elsa braid over my shoulder, a few strings free to shape my face. And a white silky smooth curtain trail behind me. I stare at my legs, relieved they at least allowed me to rip up the bottom of the dress. I wasn’t going to walk around feeling so constricted. No way! “You look so beautiful!” Theia gushes.

Chapter 2 Shirley…. Shirley Rivers; Hudson's sister?... Shirley wrapped her arms around me, tieing a white paper towel over my shoulders. Everyone was shocked. And I was beyond shocked. Utterly dumbfounded. Shirley was a senior executive in school days. She was three classes ahead of us. ‘The schools famous beauty queen’. Beauty with brain, talent, excellent character. Everyone wanted to be her friend. At Least close to her. And that includes me.

She silently let go of the tears, willing to let go of the pain as well. Why? She wanted to know. Why could it not have been her. Why should she have to watch her little brother suffer? She continued to weep, burying her face in her hands then she felt a presence and raised her head. “What's the matter, honey?” Mrs Williams said, her brows furrowed. “Mom,” Shira sobbed and threw her arms around her. She had just returned from her part time job in a Chinese restaurant and still had her coat on. She held on to Shira and rubbed soothing circles on her back.

Both of us stepped out of the car, and immediately Kayla came running over her eyes sparkling with joy as she reached Shirley's side. “Girl, this resort is absolutely beautiful! Just look at the water — look at how blue it is! Thank goodness I packed sexy swimsuits for the both of us. With perfect bodies like ours, we’re gonna drive all the boys and girls of Hawthorne crazy.” Shirley chuckled dryly. “Swimsuits? Count me out. I don’t think I’m gonna wear that. And besides, I think you’re exaggerating. My body isn’t as ‘tea’ as you say…”

Shirley was just five years old and she had lost her memory after a fatal accident that made her lose her family, she was the only one that survived. “I don’t have a name yet, but they call me Sil here.” Sharon held her soft hand with a smile on her face, and decided to adopt her. “From today your name is Shirley and I’m your mom.” Sharon said to Shirley and Shirley smiled, that was the first time she saw Shirley smile. *****Back to present***** “Life can be so cruel, I never imagined a day would come when I would hate her this much.”

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

If she came back empty-handed again, where would that leave her, the proud daughter of the Watson family? Frederick sighed at her stubbornness but gave in. "So, what do you want to do now?" Shirley said nothing at first but then glanced at Gregory beside Anathea. Suddenly, she turned to Frederick with urgency in her eyes. "Fred, help me find someone." "Who?" Frederick felt a cold knot in his stomach. "Natalie Whitman," Shirley replied, smiling darkly. … After the match ended, Anathea headed to the locker room to change out of her tennis clothes.

Somehow, at the back of my mind - it felt thrilling watching Mrs Skyler's face turn to mud as her son defended me against her. "Andrea?" Tyler called. "Yes, sire," Andrea rushed forward. "Please, take us to Shirley's," Tyler put in. Shirley was a famous fashion house for elite's, and was owned by one of the most influential stylist - Shirley May herself. Outlets of her stalls were sprawled across California, and gradually progressing into other states as well. "Why are you going to Shirley's?" Mrs Skyler asked, her eyes narrowing. "Why does that matter to you, mothe

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.