The Lady And The Tramp Novels & Stories

Trudy asked. “Thanks, Mama, it's Smollett and not Smullott and he's a famous actor in the popular tv series 'EMPIRE'" she explained “You're so beautiful (Shake it, shake it) Give the world a show (Move it, move it) Go up-down, up-down, up-down Go up-down, up-down, up-down Shake it fast, it's yours 'Cause, it sure looks good to me.." Jackie and her siblings sang out happily.

he said. No, Don, you need to tell me who the fuck this lady is." I show him a picture of the lady that confronted me in school the day before. "Oh errrrm...Kim.....she is just a friend," he stutters. "Friend,” I repeat, “are you sure?” "Yeah.....but...we had sex a couple of times, but trust me, it meant nothing.” "Trust you? Are you kidding me, Don?” "I swear, Nala, it was- it-”

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.

It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why. The motel is surrounded by trees and bushes, perfect to blend in, suddenly I realise the familiar scent of tobacco and rum has faded, "oh shit no" I say to myself before sneaking around the back of the motel. I squeeze through the bathroom window this idiot left open, and quietly peek into the room. FUCK!!!....He's gone. TANSIA POV I've been running for days now, but it feels like weeks, I have to keep moving, I have to get away.

Mary rudely replied. "Liam, don't you want to walk the dog to Oliver's house?" "Yes yes yes please dad!" Liam replied eagerly. "Rosy could play with Oliver's dog as well." "See.. he said he wants to walk the dog and he certainly can't walk the dog by himself." Master William said giving Mary a dirty glare. You may be asking yourself where Lady Tracy went off to? Well there was an upcoming wedding in London. She was absolutely honored to be called over to see the design that the bride required. Master William had not treated me badly.. not even a little bit at all. Infact, when I was distracted he would wink at me from afar or give me his infectious smile. It was... weird. The main point is,

Wilbur, out of boredom, turned on some music. Just then, a lady in a tracksuit with a backpack on her shoulders flagged them down. Ryder took one look at her, and slowly put a hand on his briefcase. "Dude, what is your problem?" Wilbur glared at Ryder, before stopping the car and lowering his window. "Hi, missy! Want a ride?" The woman looked to be in her thirties. Her skin was smooth and glossy, and she looked like a rich housewife. "Yes! This is my first time climbing here. I didn't know it'd be this far. I'm so tired." The woman smiled.

Why would Sinead adore Eden so much when she had only just met her? What was wrong with the entire family? Why would they like such a brutish country girl? Jasmine curled her hands tightly, her nails cutting into her fleshy palm. Her hand was almost wounded by it. After a long time, Jasmine took in a deep breath and slowly walked over to Sinead. “Hello, Mrs. Ward,” Jasmine greeted. She had dolled up today. After she decided to stay last night, she gave Melinda a call and asked her to bring some of her clothes over.

A week had passed since Lila first set foot in the Harrington manor, and already, the enormity of her responsibilities had begun to weigh on her. As Lady Victoria Harrington’s new lady-in-waiting, she was expected to cater to every whim, no matter how trivial or demanding. Victoria was a woman of impeccable taste but little patience, and her disdain for those beneath her social class was palpable. Lila had quickly learned that any misstep, no matter how small, could lead to swift and merciless retribution.

I don’t even need to look around the table to know I’m not the only one bothered by the sudden topic shift. There’s a collective scrunching of noses. A few restrained frowns. A whole lot of why are we even listening to this? But Aunt Trixy, as always, is blissfully unaware of the suffering she inflicts upon others. “I’m telling you guys, Lady L is amazing! Every time I see her on TV, I feel like marrying her to Lincoln since I don’t have a son of my own.” She clutches her chest, exhaling dramatically, like the sheer concept of Lady L is enough to leave her breathless.

So foolish, I did that. “Ugh… yeah…” Arthur curved a rare smile. "This is why you're perfect to be My Lady." "But, my body… You might be disappointed if you see it in full. I have a lot of scars," I said. "Your strong legs are enough," he said flatly, running his fingers up my leg and down my thigh until I bit my lip. "Being Grand-Lady is going to be a lot of work. So, I wanted to encourage you."