The Spare By Lori Ameling Novels & Stories

Austin asked in a muffled echoing voice, from inside. “Oh, so that’s what you were looking for,” Augustus smiled at the baby, who was playing with his shiny little earing, “no, Tinny I think he forgot to bring it with him.” The brown haired replied. “Ah, you’ll have to get it from their apartment in that case, that kid can’t live without it.” Austin spoke nonchalantly, making Augustus giggle. “I have a spare key, it’s near the coat hangers, you can use that.” The ginger haired instructed.

She asked, coming to sit on the opposite sofa. "I'm just worried about Sofia," she exhaled ruefully. "What did she want to talk about?" "The Spark." "Yeah, it's starting tomorrow, I know," she said, leaning forward. "No, it's not." "Yes, it is, haven't you seen..." Her voice trailed off, as she watched Tanya's face. Alicia gasped, "Don't tell me..." Tanya sighed, "I need to draft some documents, I'll turn off the lights don't worry."

Moreover, the cheese sprinkles and low-sugar and low-fat chocochips, which were Giselle's favorite, were very tempting to enjoy with refreshing orange juice. Occasionally, their conversation is interrupted by Sula and Giselle arguing. Especially when it comes to the schedule that they will be doing in the near future. It turned out that Giselle and Sula's schedules were almost the same, just different locations at the same destination. they agreed to leave together but there were arguments that occurred.

PART TWO -BARE- This is the second half of the book. This part will concentrate on Adanna's journey as a prostitute and the stumbling she had on her way to be a mother. I hope you enjoy it. 😍 CHAPTER FOURTEEN NINE MONTHS LATER "You need to see the way this guy was acting," I said as I sipped my beer. "I know you've got him caged, girl," Pelummi said through a haze of cigarette smoke.

He looked back at Spade and gingerly shook his head, making Spade curse out, his hoarse and velvety voice coming out sexy and making Nate's mind to lose it's balance, hearing Spade curse out was something that Nate found attractive and it made his body boil with a hot sweet sensation Spade clenched his jaw about to say something when he heard clinking of a glass and he looked up at the podium, seeing Liam standing there, holding the microphone and the lights were suddenly on him. All talks and chattering in the hall had died down, all that could be heard was the soft sounds of crickets chirping from outside and it wasn't loud enough. Liam had a huge smile on and all attention was on him, all

The day before New Year's Eve, my wealthy parents, Mitchell Parker and Delilah Smith, and my sister, Mila Parker, finally agree to ring in the New Year with me at the amusement park. However, when I arrive there, they are nowhere to be found. When I text them, they tell me they're stuck in traffic and will be late. I wait alone there until the clock hits midnight. Then, I come across my adopted brother Leo Meyer's Instagram post. He's dressed in an expensive suit, holding the piano trophy he has just won, with Mom, Dad, and Mila gathered around him at a New Year's Eve party. The caption reads, "It's another year with my family who truly loves me." His friends start liking the post. T

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

I said through gritted teeth. "Cut ties?" Genevieve let out a cold laugh. She walked over to a safe, opened it, and took out a fine wooden box and a yellowed, worn-out book of sheet music. The moment I saw the music, my breath caught in my throat. It was the Chopin book my mother had left me, filled with her handwritten notes from when she taught me to play. It was the most precious thing she had left me in this world. "Alessia, what do you think would happen if I sold off this jewelry, and then threw this trash into the fireplace and watched it turn to ash…" Genevieve's fingers traced the cover of the book, her eyes glinting with malice.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. I smirked coldly at their entangled bodies and pressed "save" on the recording, thinking, "James Fullman, enjoy the calm before the storm."