Sometimes The Side Chick Ain't Even A Chick Novels & Stories

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."

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"I've always had the feeling that these things are too easy." "Right!" I replied nonchalantly. “Listen, Aubrey, it's really weird, Pacular is weird too, I'm not sure but it's the only way to defeat Greedius. Aubrey, I'm not sure but if something goes wrong please run away. Promise me.

"What's your last name? 'Cause Derrick's wife? Her last name's Windsor. "And surprise—she doesn't look like you. You're the side chick, babe. Yet here you are, loud and proud. No shame at all. "Go ahead, call Derrick. I'm dying to see how he plans to 'make us pay.'" Rosalie flinched at the words 'side chick' like I'd slapped her. Her voice sharpened. "There's no such thing as first come, first served in love. The one he doesn't love? That's the real side chick. My husband's coming to see me today. I'll have him come right now. Just wait."

Then came the sound of Tammy chucking stuff. I leaned back, drained, coughing into a tissue. The trash bin was stuffed with bloodstained ones. I stared at it, let out a bitter smile. When I first heard "late-stage stomach cancer," yeah, giving up crossed my mind. But when death stares you down, survival hits different. Especially after Steven locked me up. The more he caged me, the more I craved freedom. I hadn't even hit thirty-five. I already had enough dirt to take Tammy down, but I wasn't done. I hadn't lived yet.

“Some of these guys get really creative in staging their dick pics, but even those have just left me kind of going…meh, okay? It’s a dick. Yay or something.” “Even the ones you’ve decided to talk to?” Kim frowned this time, her chocolate-colored eyes troubled. “Yeah, even them. I’m just not a fan of dick pics, maybe.” I shrugged, it didn’t really matter, but I did make a note about it. It would be an interesting poll on my personal page, at least. “You’re weird.” Cheryl said but softened it with a smile and a shoulder nudge. “I know. But you love me anyway.” A wide grin and a wink made her laugh.

"Joe Grind." Tasha narrowed her eyes. "So?" Debby burst into laughter. "That's what Jamaicans call the side guy who is only good for the bedroom. You know—sneaky link. I'm just saying! You seen his hands? He has long, thick fingers. Plus he got size twelve feet!" Debby wiggled her eyebrows in the mirror. "Girl, you're in for some hardcore loving tonight." "Stop it!" Tasha swatted her with a hairbrush. "Don't make me change my mind," she giggled, her face flushed and it wasn't because of the makeup she wore.

A smile more of a grin. "Uncle, Auntie, enough!" Chika screams. "Never mind, I don't want you guys to fight again over that bitch!" Without them knowing it, there was a girl who was frozen at the door of the house. She listened to all the conversations that took place in the room. Then the girl cried and continued to cry. "Hey, you ... you dare call Shin a prostitute! She's your cousin, Chika, your attitude is getting worse day by day."

Chapter 39 Angie His hands went straight for my neck, his grip was hardened making me choke. Author's POV Sheep POV Sheep felt horny but had been deprived of sex by his wife over the issue that he was useless and a burden. Sheep never uttered a word as he drove out of the house into another location where his side chick was living. Before he arrived there, he already texted her that he will be coming over. The side chick was happy upon seeing her. She walked forth to sheep when he alights from the car, grabbing his cock as she gave him a quick and rough kiss.

he said back to me the moment I finish asking my question. "I'm damn sure that I'm your mate and I supposed to mean everything to you. I can always feel your wolf calling out to me everytime,so I know your wolf want me too but you are the only problem" I put my point forward. I'm a little annoyed because he's refusing to acknowledge me as his mate and treats me like the rest of his side chick. I deserve to be more than a side chick. "There's nothing special about you dear mate,you are just like the rest of the women I have been with so let's drop the topic ?"