Taesha Bennett Novels & Stories

I used my left palm to clean my face. "Hey bby doll!" I looked up to see Tinashe Benjamin. The upcoming cheerlady of Stockfield high. Another name for perfect is Tinashe Benjamin only that she isn't that good at academics, but this girl is fucking hot. Pink small lips,brown eyes, and natural facial beauty. She have this pear shape that gets my class boys on their knees. No wonder why Blake likes her, and she on the other part likes him as well. And that's why she and Cynthia fight Kung fu everyday at class and every weekend night at parties.

Old habits die hard, I guess. I stop by Serena’s room on my way downstairs, posting up in her doorway and watching her as she bends to tie her gym shoes. She always has a way of making athletic wear look like high fashion, and today’s no exception- her black leggings and fitted zip-up jacket hug those delicious curves of hers and her hair is plaited into two neat braids. Theo’s ‘handlebars’ joke comes to mind again and I crack a smile.

I have an interview for a proper career with healthcare and bonuses. Okay, Zoe, breathe, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s an interview. You don’t have the job yet. I tossed Isaac’s laptop into my bag. I need to shower, brush my hair and find an interview outfit. Shit, I’m a waitress, my interview outfit consists of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. My feet hit the sidewalk running. There’s a charity shop on the route home. It never has much in my size but with a grand total of six dollars to my name, it’s my only option.

She wore a tight red dress, revealing a lot of cleavage around her chest area and killers heels, her hair was curled and she looked like she was ready for a hot date. The only thing was, she carried files and was most likely just an employee here. She strode over to Elijah's desk with a lot of poise and was walking with seductive confidence Just wow, another Quinn people!. Live action. "Sir, the files you asked for" Actor number two says, placing the files down onto the desk. Okay, maybe I was wrong to call her that, but she was givng food to her role. And I am not talking about salads. I am talking about steak and mashed potatoes, the works, she was all in'

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

I crack an eye open, and the next thing I know, Audrey has thrown herself down on my bed, pinning me in a tight hug and disrupting any more rest I was hoping to get. "Happy birthday, bitch!" She squeals after finally releasing me. Audrey Lucille Prince: curvy hips, voluptuous chest and tumbling red hair, she was always the center of attention. Best friends since we wore the same blue dress to first grade; inseparable growing up. That is, until college. She went down to Tennessee while I went over to Boston. But the distance only made us closer and, somehow, we both ended up back in Ohio in the city of Columbus, only two hours away from our small hometown called Cambridge. Total opposites, he

I couldn't believe what she had been through, and I felt a deep desire to protect her from any further harm. "I just want to feel safe again," Chantelle said, her voice breaking. "I just want to feel like I can trust people again." I looked into her eyes, and I knew that I would do whatever it took to help her feel safe and secure. "You can trust me, Chantelle," I said. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe, and that you never have to go through anything like that again." She nodded, and I could see the relief in her eyes. "Thank you," she said. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

she sneered. She finished drying her hair and applying some lotion to her body. She opened her wardrobe and searched through her clothing and picked up a long red velvet dress with a split on the thigh and a very low back. She smiled and put the dress on. She put on some light makeup and admired herself in the mirror. Abigail had an alluring charm. The dress showed her perfect curves and made her more attractive. Satisfied with herself she stepped out of her room and went downstairs to the dining area. She found Mr Shawn and the baby sitting in a rocking chair. Mr Shawn was feeding the baby.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.