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

I looked desperately at that girl. "Oh yeah, punished! Trust me, when Chick tortures someone, even the devil down in hell sits down to take notes," Machado answered all helpful. "Look, my dear, I'm all beat up and..." "I'm not your dear!" she screamed in my face. "It's Chick! And if you call me 'my dear' again, you'll spend a week licking the toilet!" "Chick, I'm sorry, but I'm a lady, I've never turned a trick in my life, I'm not a cleaning lady and..."

Jake cracked fast. Cops said he spilled everything. Felicity? They told me she knew the game was over. Her act crumbled. She admitted it. Said she hated my life. Hated that my dead parents still managed to leave me stupid-rich. So she planned to end me. We'd signed a joint will. One dies, the other cashes in. She dragged me to that hotel, acting all worried, like we were catching Jake cheating. But she came loaded—with some knockout vapor. One breath, and you're out. She took meds to stay immune.

You don't know anything, I even can't live with the girl that I loved the most, there is no one to understand, that I'm alone - you're not, I'm here for you, everyone here for you No answer, I thought at first that he won't accept but after a minute... - I don't have any brothers, would you accept me as a brother? - for sure, trust me, no matter what happens, I'll be always On your side... - thank you, your words made me happy, I appreciate that, I'm in

I tilted my head, the corners of my mouth twitching with amusement and an underlying annoyance that I didn’t bother hiding. “Oh, that.” I replied, keeping my voice smooth and detached. The mention of his name itched a nerve that begged to be scratched, but I contained the silver of anger peering its head. “Chipmunk thinks of girls as nuts. Once he’s cracked it open and eaten the good parts, he tosses them away. In your case, you’re like a sunflower seed.” “A…sunflower seed?”

“I don’t know what the law would say, unless there’s something else to give strength to one of their claims.” “See? You’re thinking with your brain, but you got close with your ‘you can’t’.” She laughed. “SPLIT THE GODDAMN CHICKEN IN HALF is literally the law.” She turned her face into the pillow and laughed. “No, no. Don’t do anything reasonable. Just... both of you get chicken for dinner, and neither of you get eggs ever again!”

He repeated, throwing me several dirty glances before looking away. “A chick?” I asked rhetorically coupled with a scoff. Did he just fucking call me a chick. He said nothing than kept his eyes glued to the other side looking at nothing. “I am fucking mated to your fucking prince and you just fucking refer to me as a chick? That’s for later, but please you have to take me there because it’s really urgent.” I switched to pleading, because honestly there’s nothing I can do about what he refer me as, but at least I spell it out to him that I’m not a chick. And I’m starting to cuss a lot. This is not me.

Ruya said. " But, you still called yourself a…" " Don't say it" Ruya said, interrupting me. " Oh I won't say it, I'll spell it for ya," I said with a mocking tone. " Don't you dear" Ruya said with a deep Bass voice. " C.H.I.C.K.E.N, chicken!" I said, making chicken sounds around the room. " Come to think about it, you actually kinda sound like a chicken," Ruya said, laughing.

I say emotionlessly as I turn around and make my way towards my first period They don't give up though. Of course they don't, why would they? "Aww, little miss popular isn't so popular anymore" she says with a squeaky voice What is she talking about?! I'm not even popular. Barely anyone even knows my name. "She's just mad she never got a chance to hop on my cock" he says Is he serious? His dick is so small that I had to take a second look at it! You know what, I'm not going to say anything.

Aiden told me bluntly. I shrugged, not bothered. “I’ve been closer.” “To think, we almost lost the hottest chick in the territory.” Aiden grinned at me. Winking. I pointed the knife I was using to eat from at Aiden. “A chick is a baby chicken. Do I look like a chicken to you?” Aiden leaned back, lowering his head ever slightly. No doubt remembering how well I can throw a knife. “No ma’am.”