They Call Her Dirty Sally Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Alpha Derek is asking questions. Speak up! Who contacted you?" Sally looked at Derek and said, "You used to love me so much, but now you're angry at me. Men are all liars!" She appeared crazed. "Fine, I'll tell you. Come here. I'll tell you who contacted me." Derek bent down slowly as Sally crawled towards him. Like a wounded snake, she dragged a trail of red blood across the carpet, a sight that was shocking to behold. Oddly enough, I couldn't muster any sympathy for Sally. It was as if she deserved this treatment.

I remember when I tried asking questions, but he cut me off, saying it wasn't something I should worry my pretty head about. Mum strolls in with her phone, looking all serious, not the sweet, cheerful spirit who warms the house with her presence. She pulls out the seat beside Dad. "Someone sent a video from a private number." She looks up at me with a serious stare. Cold shivers run down my spine. I turn off the cooker and make my way to her. There's a video of me under the streetlight in my tight dress. "Don't tell me this is you, Summer." She points her phone at my face.

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

"Certainly she doesn't bite, does she?" Matilda, the fat lady leaned in, lowering her voice. "It'd be better if she did." I leaned in too, eager and thirsting for more knowledge about this strange Kathryn. I knew I was supposed to go after the mystery lady but I wanted to hear what Matilda had to say first. It seemed like a very crucial part of this whole weirdness. I was half surprised to hear the fat lady's next words because I had half guessed it too. "She's possessed. The Devil lives in her, Hilda!"

I lied to her just so she wouldn’t think I wanted to avoid her and I watched her smile widen with delight before she turned to look at Sally and bent to meet at eye level. “And who is the pretty princess here? Came with your mum to visit me?” she asked Sally softly and Sally looked at me first, so I nodded at her to let her know she could ahead and speak and she looked back at Miss Garnet who was still smiling at her. “Hello, I’m Sally Sinclair. Nice to meet you” she greeted with her voice tinier than it usually was and i could tell she was shy. Her demeanor made me laugh to myself as I watched the exchange between her and Patricia as she patted Sally on the head.

A primal desire was beginning to stir within her. Ashton and Sally walked out of the club one after the other. Going after Ashton, Sally asked with a smile, "Do you know who my sugar daddy is?" "Who?" "Louie Holt, the future head of the Holt Crew! I heard from Melody that you used to be a part of the criminal underworld. In that case, I'm sure you've heard of the Holt Crew before, right?" Patting Ashton on the shoulder, Sally continued haughtily, "Melody is a good friend of mine. I promised I'd help her, so kindly get out of the Langley residence at once.

"You know, if you had only dressed like this—if you had put half this much effort into being a wife instead of a shivering martyr—I wouldn't have had to seek entertainment elsewhere. I wouldn't have had to cheat if you weren't so... boring." From the stairs, Meredith let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Exactly. You see, Thaddeus? She was holding out on us. All that 'innocence' was just a marketing tactic. She was saving the good parts for the highest bidder. Tell me, Veronica, does he pay you by the hour, or did you have to sign a long-term lease on your dignity?" "My dignity isn't the one currently being auctioned off to pay for a gambling debt, Meredith," I countered, my voice a calm, lethal v

“Do you know how much these cost?” “No,” I said quickly. “But I know how much my rent is, and it is… less.” His jaw tightened. “Stand up.” I obeyed, clutching my bag as it might save me. “You’re new,” he said. “Yes.” “You’re late.” “Yes.” “You’ve ruined my shoes.” “Yes.” I nodded at every accusation because they were all true and because I had a strong feeling denying anything would end badly. “Name,” he demanded. “Lola.”

He is every girl's dream… Like literally all the girls in college want to be his girlfriend. One of the sassy girls rushed to him with a smile. “Hi Richy,” she said, twisting her hair. “Uhmm…can I be your prom date? I'm beautiful as you can see” she spinned round. “And classy too, so I fit in with your taste. What do you say?” Richard just looked at her, shook his head and walked right past her to his friends. Susan and I exchanged looks and burst out laughing. “That was lit.” Susan said in between laughs.

Just wait for my call. The call ends and the apologetic one smiles slyly as he looks at his phone's screen… Riiiight… replace me? With whom? With The Piggy canned, you guys have no one else but me to do his dirty work. So yeah, I can do whatever I want and as long as I do what I need to do, you guys can still use me. After that… Well…