Ticket Please Guy Novels & Stories

“Yes madam, it’s ******. Thank you.” “Hmm, here.” Kiara passed her card. After a minute. “Sorry ma’am your card isn't working.”

"Thanks, bro, but we'll pass. Like Tish said, Skittle's working on it." "Don't be silly, Tay. Someone's offering us his place for..." Teesha turned to Adam. "For free, right? Or..." Adam nodded. Turning back to Tay she continued, "oh my God, for free! This is a fucking opportunity we can't let go. Can you register that?" "You talk as if money was ever the issue. Even if a pass costs five hundred frickin' dollars no one would miss Hi-bies for anything." "'Cus the passes are for sale?" Gianna couldn't help but interrupt.

She hugs him tight, almost crying. I wonder how Trent found out she's a mad Harry Styles fan. "Look inside again." Pepper looks inside the bouquet and there are two tickets to a Harry Styles concert! Wow! Trent got me there. And it's VIP tickets, which means she'll sit in the front and get to see the Rockstar. Pepper has wanted to attend his concerts since forever but she always complained that they were too expensive and her mom couldn't afford them. But here is Trent, buying her two VIP tickets just like that. Pepper will surely love him forever.

Oh no! "Instaheart!" Someone calls and Tessa rolls her eyes and so do I. Peter walks in with his usually happy-to-go-lucky charm and peeks at Tessa's chit. His grin widens. Oh oww. " We are on the same team. I'm so happy." He looks at her. Tessa grimaces. "You're lying! Show me your chit." "Of course. Anything for you." He pulls out his chit from his pocket and shows it. 0018. Shit!

Chapter 60. Constant pain Doris knew well that even if she called the police, it wouldn't do any good because Riffen was clearly a person of power, possibly fame and status in this society, even if she tried to warn her. No matter how close it is, it's all futile. Originally, she was just a squirrel. - Riffen, I know you're a person of status, and I'm just a small person, so can you please let someone like me go?

I can't deal with this! My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to stop him when a video call popped up on my phone. I answered immediately to see my friend roaring at the two of them like an angry lion. "You scumbags are really shameless! How could you do this to Xavier? Back when you were penniless, who saved their allowance to spend on you? And Hayden, you're utterly heartless! Xavier got you your job. Without him, could you ever have gotten into such a good company?"

I clear my throat "am not sure it-" "Just do what I say without complain man" Sighs "okay, fine" I walk to table 15, I see a lovely lady dressed in a red dress and a guy dressed in a tusks They weren't paying attention to each other, they were both using their phones "Excuse me, but I heard you had a complain?" The lady looks at me and smiles "Uhmm yes, actually I was wondering if I could get turkey instead of chicken" I look at the half-eaten chicken "but you've eaten this already ma'am?"

Max said to the brunette guy maybe Zack. Zack just smirked at me. the third guy who was quiet all this time speaks finally "Guys enough!" then he looked at me with sincerity, in his eyes. but what he said next was far more humiliating than the other two guys' words. "Miss!! Do you want me to give you your pay? He can be tipsy sometimes, forgetting to pay. By the way, May I call a cab for you?" He asked gently. the other two. guys cackle up.

“Don’t worry, kitten. They won’t bother us.” But just then, one of them did bother. “Excuse me,” a young girl with black-rimmed glasses and loose pig-tails asked. “But can I…can I have your autograph?” She thrust out a napkin and looked shyly at the floor. “Sorry love,” he said to Mercy. “Guess I was wrong. Duty calls!” He grabbed a pen from the bar and scribbled his name onto the napkin. “Here you go, doll.” She beamed, clutching the napkin tightly and thanked him profusely. “Gotta keep the fans happy,” he winked.

Maybe this night wasn’t a complete waste after all. I made my way to the parking lot, the cold breeze doing little to cool the heat bubbling inside me. As I reached my apartment building, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t even check the ID—I just knew. “Hello?” I answered. “Sir,” the deep voice said on the other end. “I’m the guy you gave your card to. You said you need me to get something. What do you want?” I looked out into the street with a smile on my lips