Side Chick Era Over Novels & Stories

, she said. “Right time is the prince and I having any physical contact.”, I asked. “Physical contact for at least a minute.”, she corrected. “I still don’t get the re-birth and era thing.”, I said still confused. What has that mere holding hands gotten me into? “Don’t worry. Close your eyes and hold my hands. And remember to relax.”, she said.

I am only thinking of presenting myself well just in case she says hi to me or- Wait, what did I just say? I better get this off my head right. I better lower my expectation. It's not like we're back to being friends or precisely being best friends. After I find my favorite army cuba terry shirt, I march my way through the stairs and catch a glimpse as my sister talks with Era from their front yard. I lock the front door, trying not to look back at them again. Then I slowly make my way to the car. Era dresses herself in a short skirt and a crop top on, pairing it with black boots that runs up to her knees, which is completely different from a simple shirt and jeans she used to have on two ye

All of our old college friends consider Simon Horne and me the model couple. We've been dating for eight years now. He has driven across half the city just to bring me breakfast before, and he once skipped a business meeting for a deal worth ten million dollars just to be with me when I felt sick. Our old classmates always tease us by saying, "If you guys break up, none of us would ever believe in true love again." … During one of our regular meetups, everyone decides to play truth or dare. The one who's chosen has to show everyone what they've saved their partner as in their phone. Smiling, I flash my screen at everyone. Simon's profile picture bears the name "My Beloved Mr. Horne". T

"My mom's the chairwoman of our group. Looks like we need to reconsider working with the Hendricks family. A guy this sexist? The company's culture can't be much better." "I just remembered—my cousin's supposed to go on a blind date with someone from the Hendricks family next week," another whispered urgently. "Yeah, I'm calling her and telling her to run." The murmurs snowballed into open whispers, fingers pointing, eyebrows raised. Nate's face turned the color of bad watercolor—streaked with embarrassment, humiliation, and panic. He stumbled, grasping for words. "No, no, that's not what I meant…"

That person. ~Flashback~ “Era! Come here! Didn't m-mom and d-dad say don't t-talk to strangers?” I call my twin Era (Xiera). She was talking to a boy who was the same age as us. Eh..it's just that maybe he'll hurt Era. I don’t want to lose a twin, huhu. “Wait, Xyn! Don't worry 'bout me! Wayne is kind. Besides, he didn't seem to harm me, because we're at the same age” Era defended.

“She likes it, bro. She loves cock. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, right? We’re all 18, about to ship off to college. Shouldn’t we be having fun right now?” “Well yeah, but you’re okay with this?” “As long as we don’t cross swords tonight, it’s all good.” “Cool,” Shawn agreed. “I don’t swing that way anyhow.” They each took a plastic cup of champagne and drank while waiting for her to come out. They then removed their tuxedo jacket and bowtie to make the wait more tolerable. They had to refill their glasses before Erica emerged. Shawn couldn’t help thinking it was worth the wait. She was barefoot and in fact, the only thing she was wearing was a black baby doll.

Just before going to bed, I happen to come across a post titled, "What should I do if my husband has another family on the side?" I click into the post, driven by some strange impulse. It seems like the original poster's husband has been really busy this past year, frequently traveling to branch offices for work. He has been giving her more money for living expenses, though, so she suspects nothing at first, feeling grateful that he works hard to support the family. Everything changes when she comes across a post of a woman trying on a wedding dress. She immediately recognizes the man's hand and back in the photo as her husband's. She feels completely helpless about the whole situation, s

"I don't need to peacock at work." You rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Do I even want to know what you mean?" "Dude, I've got a couple of podcasts you should definitely listen to. And a youtube guy who talks all about picking up chicks," Eric said. "Most 304's only care about one thing, so if you're out looking for a good time you gotta peacock and make sure you're flashing around your money to show off status." "Eric, what the fuck is a '304'?" Gemma asked.

Who knew what it looked like now? She exhaled and rested a hand on her lower abdomen. If Wesley hadn't cheated. If they'd had a baby together. Maybe things would've worked out. Too bad he'd ruined it. Her phone buzzed with a notification: [Cheswick Tech stock plummets. Founder Wesley Cheswick spotted drunk on the street.] The photo showed Wesley outside the company building, scruffy, eyes glassy. She stared for three seconds. Then she locked the screen and tossed the phone aside.

We'd made it this far—maybe this time, nothing would blow up. And I needed to see who that girl was. "Let's go." I followed her out. Cold wind hit me like a slap as we jumped into the app-booked ride. Felicity kept replaying the PI's video, looping it nonstop. The girl's silhouette... weirdly familiar. I leaned in. Felicity whispered, "Lydia... that back kinda looks like you." I stared. Yeah, it kinda did. But with how wild she got last time, I wasn't about to feed that fire.