Tacky Novels & Stories

"I don't drive it often because I'm not a huge fan of not having the wind blowing through my hair, but sometimes it's just too cold to ride the bike." This is news to me, but good news. I wasn't sure he'd fit in my car. But then again, trucks are small. "We'll all be able to fit?" "It's extended cab, enough room for six. We just need to grab Riley's booster." Easy enough to do, I'm a pro at transferring and putting in car seats. "Alright then, let's go." ******* Trick's truck is as sexy as he is. Black, just like the bike, big and hulking, just like him.

Julia said while laughing. "Of course, I listen. What do you think of me?" He scoffed. "We also need to prepare a good packaging to attract customers, and maybe we can have a free taste to our classmates maybe they'll like it and would want to order," I suggest. "Very good!" Julia laughed. I can see how excited she is. "The name? Any idea? "Austin asked, looking at us. "Our name,” Julia said, smiling at herself. “Cara plus Julia is equal to Caia" Her eyes are smiling with excitement.

I stumbled into the backseat and directed the driver to my apartment. "Wait, take me to the liquor store first," I slurred, my words barely coherent. The taxi driver nodded and pulled up to the nearest open bottle store. I stumbled out, my body weighed down by the heavy burden of my emotions. I bought a bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, seeking solace in the temporary relief they provided.

VOLUME TWO: BENEDICTION Ribs screaming in agony, blood dripping from her nose and lip, and her right eye swollen almost shut, Amy Tarcher stumbled through the Cattenach Ranch iron gate onto her best friend's property. Her legs cramped, barely holding her up, and the vertigo was screwing with her balance. Loose gravel over the brick-laid driveway grated under her shuffling flip-flops, but they were all she'd been able to manage when she'd fled home.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

Ongoing down the bus, a girl tapped her. Turning to her side, she slightly crumpled her brows "Sorry for disturbing. I am a Skyla. And you?" She asked "Uhm. I am Amyla. But my family call me Amy or Myla. Well, I prefer Amy" Amyla said "Nice meeting you Amy. You seem new here" Skyla said moving down the bus and Amyla did same Amyla just nodded in responds "You're not a talking type, are you?" Skyla asked "I guess" Amyla responded

CHINYERE'S HEART BEAT faster as the old man walked up to her. He grabbed hold of her arm and looked at Tobi. "I want her." "Ah, that one," Tobi's father climbed into the truck with help from Tobi. "She's our newest. She's a golden egg, so we're picking the price." "But I'm your most loyal customer," the old man said, "at least let me choose the price." "Sorry," Tobi's father said, "but that is impossible. Eight million Naira."

I tell her and hang up. As I near Amber's house, it's large and beautiful. I have been here many times but every time I make a visit, I love it even more. Amber comes running down the stairs and opens the huge gate. She is beaming . I park my Porsche beside her Maserati and across Claire's Audi. There is a similarity among us and that is driving is our passion. I get out my car and before I close my door, she comes literally running and gives me a tight hug as if she is planning to crush my bone and choke me.

There he actually stayed. A few days after the argument, the same Tom, fiddling with the baby, in a fit of emotion, lisped: "Eensy-weensy, foxy-puppy tapy." Something like: "Uchi-way, little fox - stomp." Such a structure could have been built by Keith, who was very free with the languages ​​she spoke. But Tom built it. And this short perky "Tapi" clung, got accustomed, approached the kid's murzilka so much that it completely replaced the very name because of which his adoptive parents argued so much.

Tara forced a smile on her features walking up to the little girl and even when Donavan tried, his dissatisfaction reflected on his face, frustrated that she had slipped out of his hold, denying the simple touch. "Who is that?" Tara exclaimed, sitting besides the girl, touching teddy's stomach the same way her daughter did, "He my friend" Ina's excitation echoed early in the morning, "Pookie" "What?" Tara asked, "His name is Pookie" Ina explained a little louder, "Oh hi Mr. Pookie I am Ina's mamaa" Tara shook her hands with the stuffed toy's arm, showing immense friendliness with Ina's new alliance "Papa" Ina called, finding it unacceptable to introduce her friend only to one of the parent.