Sweet Silver Bells Pentatonix の小説・ストーリー

I would be completely ruined I was carefully fooling everyone right now, but for how long? My phone beeped as a message popped on the screen. *The priest has been arranged and everything is set*

Her limbs were starting to ache from holding the posture so long, but she knew better than to shift until dismissed. Her father hummed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “You made me proud today, Elara. You did everything right. You’ll make a fine wife.” She lowered her head. “Thank you, Father.” The words left her lips without thought. Without hesitation. They were muscle memory by now. She smiled—small and sweet, the kind of smile that said nothing and meant nothing. The kind that kept her safe. Inside, there was no storm. No dread. No spark of rebellion waiting to be born.

“This is insane! You good?” I nodded and screamed. “Best night ever!” She laughed, grabbed my hand again. We jumped together through the rest of the songs. Cum dripped down my thighs the whole time, warm, mixing with sweat. Every step reminded me. Every lyric felt like a secret. After the concert we walked out, our arms still linked, laughing, high on music and adrenaline, the perfect Best friends with no secrets. Jonah texted me later on our way home, Sarah was driving. *Still full of me?*

But she gave it to me the night that she died. It is seven o'clock. Bella and I get out of my limousine. When you walk home, this red carpet does the yacht. She thinks everything is because of the party. The bottle of Champagne is hanging, ready to be broken onto the yacht. Bella looks very excited to do that. We had a short speech announcing that the yacht's name was Bella and that she would break the Champagne on the bow. Ballar swings the Champagne, and as it hits the bow, everybody starts clapping as it shatters the pieces. When she looks up, I stand on one knee before her. I'm holding the ring in my hand.

Ryker asked, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on my form. Despite the lingering shame, I summoned the courage to tap on my phone, initiating the enchanting melody of "Careless Whisper." Its seductive notes permeated the room, casting a spell that captivated my senses. I approached him with measured steps, my gaze fixed on his countenance. With a swift yet deliberate motion, I seized his necktie, exerting just enough force to compel his attention toward me. Ryker's hand gracefully encircles my hip, gliding down deliberately until it rests upon my posterior, tenderly applying gentle pressure.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

"Now let's talk about shoes and clutch to match." "I have the perfect shoe." Reese muttered. "Which one of your shoes?" Lucy asked. "Bring them out and let's see." Reese sauntered to the shoe rack and picked up a pair of nude metallic diamond-cut silhouette heels. "This." She said as she turned to look at Lucy and lifted the shoes up for her to see. Lucy struck her palms together and beamed. "Perfect." "Now that my outfit is sorted out, I need to call Zayn." She said as she trudged to the bed where her phone was and picked it up, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed after putting the call through.