Slush Buddies Novels & Stories

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

It was raining. The stream from heaven flowed down along the side of the mountain, dragging along branches, leaves of fallen trees, and whatever it found on its way. One isolated driftwood bobbed and rocked, slowly. It picked up speed, winding its way until it landed on a whirlpool at the mouth. In its moody disposition, the surging stream rambled to eventually become a torrent of angry waters, never letting up. The subdued opposition whispered and started mobilizing. There were condemnations of the blatant transgression of a person´s right to life. Scattered groups all over the country could not keep quiet. Little by little they raised their voices. One of these informal conglomerations was

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.

she said while giving Buddy a quick glance and a smile. Buddy laughed and nodded. “You are right Shandall. You seemed to have a crystal ball to guess that my stomach is already grumbling for food.” Shandall laughed too and beamed at him that Buddy would want to enclose her in his arms and crush her lips with his kisses. But of course, he cannot do it. Not yet. In due time, he will taste that red and apple shape lips of Shandall. “Buddy, how long have you been friends with Atty. Yhera and Seigfred,” Shandall asked after they finished their breakfast.

asked Law with a grin. Jeff also grinned. His mind was filled with crazy ideas to get his sweet man immediately. “Yeah, we'll take advantage of this conflict.” These two dominant men became even more excited in following the game of their potential partners. Their previous meeting had made it impossible for Jeff and Law to get Cylo and Ivo out of their minds. They were already crazy about these sweet men, so they would continue to pursue Cylo and Ivo until they got them. “It looks like this doubleshot mission has turned into a mission to find partners, Jeff,” said Law, who was really looking forward to him and Jeff going on a double date with their respective partners.

He's yours. When I finished speaking, Lydia let out a cold laugh. "Don't try that playing hard-to-get act with me. I can spot a schemer at a glance. "You constantly use the childhood friend card as an excuse, throwing yourself at Shane all day long. These cheap, desperate tactics are utterly disgusting. Anyone would curse you out for it." A string of cold mockery and ridicule painted me as utterly worthless. Throughout all of this, Shane kept suppressing his laughter. He even gave Lydia a thumbs-up. "That mouth of yours is something else, Lydia. She actually can't win an argument against you."

Shun Yu was a famous lesbian businessman, she knows how to manipulate people but most of all she owns an LGBT Society that Tolerates Lesbian Slave bidding for Rich lesbians. 'Are you willing to be my slave??..' Shun Yu's Famous line is that even if you are not, a poor woman but you are willing to be on her manipulating touch and cold husky voice. Welcome to the World Of slavery if you are willing you can enter but if your not, YOU CAN LEAVE.

The month of June, Monday morning, SEATTLE HIGH SCHOOL Veronica, another influential girl in the school. Her family owns the most popular designers in the country. Be it clothes, shoes, and bags, and the one they can not make in their company they invest in other companies that can make it. Veronica walked majestically down the hallway with a disposable cup of coffee in her right hand. Vanessa saw her coming and scoffed. The two girls are not close to being called friends. The two of them are competitors, always stealing each others' spotlight in a room.

"Siblings? Get real—you're pulling off eighteen easy in that." "And William's got that old-soul edge. Without the deets, I'd buy him mid-twenties." Alyssa soaked it up, lips curving sly. "God, you're the best hype woman." Sophia shrugged. "Just facts, babe." "Even better." Alyssa grabbed the bottle on the table, pouring two glasses and sliding one over. "Cheers to that. To Buddy locking down 5% of Easton Group." Sophia took the glass but set it aside. "Trying for baby number two—no booze for me."

This party had obviously been planning their moves long before they started to strike. "I did underestimate Glassware," Wesley said with a smirk. "But yeah, it's funny how it's the same set of people. The whole stuff about my set-up, and then the entertainment cycle interwoven. Quite impressive and probably coincidental." "So what is the reason for these occasional payments to Cindy Auston from Neptune Enterprises?" Wesley asked with his brows raised. Then it suddenly seemed like Wesley realised something so he sat up. "First off, does the name, Neptune Enterprises not seem a little weird for what the company actually deals in?" Wesley asked softly.