Six And Mono Novels & Stories

“And hey Tricia, why are you sitting down?” “Because there are chairs to sit,” she replied sharply. Jayden laughed. “What? Look, my Mona called me and asked me to come over. She wants to discuss something important with me. Especially about my son Joshua.” “He’s my son,” Donald snapped. Jayden turned slowly. “Son?” he said mockingly. “Son? I cummed inside Monalisa multiple times after fucking that sweet pussy of hers with my cock and one of them sperms met her hot egg and gave me Joshua. He's my son"

”Guys! “Fine!” Six snapped before getting up and leaving the cafeteria. Brittany followed behind him. The cafeteria was very silent after my bold move, so I asked, “What did I miss yesterday?” Eli asked, “Seriously? You want to continue like you just fed Six to a wolf?” I pointed out, “You’re being dramatic, and Six can take care of himself. Besides, he’s not my boyfriend.” though a big part of me wishes he was “That may be, but there’s something with you guys, and now you’ve just given him over to Brittany,” Summer argued. “That was such a dick move, by the way,” Cash added.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

Six replied calmly. “Pfft you give the humans too much credit, do not belittle us by making us carry out conquests on those humans” Mammon remarks proudly, “There is a reason why you are the weakest of the six, you don’t think things through and you think you are worth something just because you are a member of the princes” Six says in a condescending manner, “What did you say??... How dare you speak to me like that??” Mammon asked flaring up at what Six had said.

Marco didn’t bother me again—except when he wanted to steal unwanted kisses or feed me food I didn’t need. When we were done, we drove home in a limousine. I sat beside Marco, while Bianca and Six sat across from us. She was holding his arm, giggling about something I didn’t hear—something that probably wasn’t funny. “You know,” she said, “Six is actually kind of funny. I didn’t expect that, you know, with his serious demeanor.” Marco chuckled. “He’s full of surprises.” I glanced at Six. His jaw was set in stone, a deep frown on his face.

How terrifying is a man who's a simp and knows that he's one? In three years of dating, I've transferred six million dollars to my girlfriend, Nadine Stark. I made sure every transaction was labeled as a willing gift. I know she only sees me as her personal ATM, but I still go along with it. We break up over something ridiculous. I'm a little late in transferring money to her once, and she screams at me to get lost over and over again. So I do. That's when Nadine loses it. She starts stalking and harassing me, and she spreads rumors about me. She claims I have an STD, that I've stolen her gold necklace worth 150 thousand dollars, and that I've abused her cat to death. In the end, I los

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor