Talia Scott Ass Novels & Stories

She was here. Talia wondered if Nora and Marcy will recognize her. She was not the shabby girl from the attic, nor the posh one they saw at the Lightclaw pack (and in the WW Magazine). This was Talia. No makeup, sharp shirt and a pencil skirt, hair lifted into a messy bun… just Talia. Based on their blank expressions, Talia guessed that Nora and Marcy didn't realize who she is. For now.

"Malik Thompson is going to lose his mechanical mind when he sees you." ​Across the room, Talia was sitting on her bed, already dressed in a gorgeous, deep emerald slip dress that made her look like a classic movie star. She was quietly adjusting her gold hoops, looking completely calm amidst our frantic rushing. She had offered to help with the setup yesterday, but she hadn't actually slept in the dorm last night—meaning the late-night air-clearing conversation I'd promised myself we would have never happened. ​Chris reached onto the desk, picking up a tray of small plastic cups filled with tequila. "Alright, team. Before we head down to change the trajectory of this campus, shots up."

"I knew it. You act all tough, but you're soft inside. It must be killing you, right?" Hearing Lucas' words, Quentin didn't respond. Instead, he moved even faster. … After Talia returned to the Stewart residence, she went to the bathroom to wash up. When she finished, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. After drying her hair a bit, she removed the towel. The moment she took it off, she heard a thud behind her. Hearing the sound, Talia instinctively covered her naked body with her hands. Her voice was full of alarm as she demanded, "Who's there?"