Tangerine Novel Novels & Stories

Janice's smile was sweet because she thought of something. Chris did not expect it when Janice went near him and kissed him in the corner of his lips. But what surprised him the most was Nica, who grabbed his nape and kissed his parted-open lips. "I just removed the germ that adhered to your lips." Nica grinned at her half-sister. The kiss was quick, but the feeling of it has not yet left her. She could not meet his confused stare, thus she just focused her attention on the mother-and-daughter. It was effective, the embarrassment she feels was replaced by joy when she read the anger on the two's faces.

Looking at Luna, people are very easy cold see on one's own ti lose least are not dare to arrive too near , by Because like position will soo dirty the bar pure together in young this . " Hey , you real the are not mandarin heart one little any what ? " Zara is bored depressed up language time more . two people do friend already much year , count way are not entangled busy position the of Luna she is _ course know clear , but like so also too bland bland go . That 's Luna hours new look up head look at Zara. She is soft bloom one bud laugh soothing easy like People mom look stupid child _ inverse already says : " zara ah, at star boy right mandarin heart much arrive position yes . Looks boy

I split my hair into two braids and threw on a simple blush colored spaghetti strap crop top with high wasted light wash jeans and a tan cardigan that goes past my ass for warmth in the cool autumn air. “Well, don't you look adorable?” Kingston said as I almost bumped into him in the hallway. I smiled widely. “Thank you.” His fingers wrap around my right braid. “I like this on you, baby.” He said and my cheeks reddened. He walked towards me until I was trapped between him and the wall. What is up with them trapping people against the wall? Tingle runs through my body when his hand outlines the curve of my hip.

"Hey hun, what's that tangerine smell? It's so sweet." Before she noticed it they were at the front of the counter and Slidell was chit-chatting the girl who's in waitress uniform. "We have a new cake made with tangerine, do you want to taste it?" Slidell looked at Cleo as if asking for permission but the latter just raised her brow before turning her body to sit on the other table –the one near the four teenagers watching something from the laptop. "Two please, and a devil's cake for Ace." She heard him say.

The iron tang of her blood is strong and sweet. It tastes, Zane thinks, like forever should. And this my lovely readers is the end of the book. Please check out my new work A Secret Baby For the Alpha Quarterback.

I placed the book on the table, untied the knotted twigs, and slowly opened the book. I immediately closed my eyes and even used my arm to protect it from the bright light that came from the book. A few moments later, the light subsided and I was able to see unfamiliar characters written on it. But what shocked me to the core was that I can read and understand those unfamiliar characters! I gazed back at Cool who was silently watching me. "How do I know these characters?" "It's not you who's reading it. It was your Flamis persona," he answered.

His boyish smile was contagious despite my mood. “The aroma of sizzling street food tantalizes my senses. It makes me hungry.” Carl chuckled as he led me to a nearby stall selling traditional dishes. He eagerly ordered a variety of local delicacies. It was a moment of blissful contentment. Food...They were magic to my sour mood. And just like that, I seemed to forget about Antonette. The flavors danced on my palate, filling me with a sense of enjoyment I hadn’t felt in days.

Still, he wouldn’t leave her alone because of his selfish reasons. Tanya shook her head at herself as she wondered why she still had his number saved anyway. She disconnected the call as it started ringing again and blocked it. Then she promptly opened an app on her phone. She smiled as she clicked on the book titled, Tangled Desires. “Now, where were we?” she said with a smile as she delved into the book she had been reading for a week now. “How can people write this well?” she thought over an hour later as she wiped the tears that had trailed down her face.