Tikki X Plagg Novels & Stories

She brought out a straples dress with tempting cuts in the right areas. "No way am I going to be caught wearing that." I insisted. "You are defineitely not going to be caught wearing it while getting laid, sugar," Katherine said with a smirk. Groaning, I picked up a throw pillow and threw it at her but she dodged it with ease. "Find someone else," I protested weakly

Tikka kept yelling 'Fûck it,am stuck with a brainless dog" Tikka said facing Miguel 'Look who's talking,a flatàss whôre!" he retorted "I hate you Miguel!!" she rushed at him and before Miguel knew it She's already on top of him "Off me contaminated food!" Miguel said "Gosh,I hate you so much!!" Tikka yanked his hair hard earning a loud wince from him "Tikka!!" "Miguel!!!!!!!!"

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He pulled out something from his pocket and gave it to me. "Go to the bathroom and cover up your hickeys." He said. "Arturo's really playing with fire right now," he muttered under his breath. "Hickeys?" I asked as I twirl the small container that Tiago handed to me. "Yes, you have hickeys on your neck. Go cover them up," Tiago said. "What are hickeys?" I asked and Tiago looked at me in shock but he quickly covered it. "Just look in the mirror in the bathroom and see," he said.

Tikka kept yelling 'Fûck it,am stuck with a brainless dog" Tikka said facing Miguel 'Look who's talking,a flatàss whôre!" he retorted "I hate you Miguel!!" she rushed at him and before Miguel knew it She's already on top of him "Off me contaminated food!" Miguel said "Gosh,I hate you so much!!" Tikka yanked his hair hard earning a loud wince from him "Tikka!!" "Miguel!!!!!!!!"

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened just a fraction. He didn't make empty promises. He didn't tell me everything was going to be fine. Instead, he turned and dragged me by the hand toward the mouth of the alley. Parked under the dim streetlamp sat a massive, matte-black motorcycle. It looked like a beast resting in the dark, heavy and custom-built, the Iron Fang symbol painted subtly across the gas tank. The night air bit at my cheeks, but my blood was burning with pure terror. Zane stepped up to the machine, swung his long leg over the seat, and brought the engine to life.

Rick fixed his jacket’s collar and walked charmingly towards the dance floor, straight towards the target. Troy smirked and turned to look at the bartender. “One more vodka please. Make it strong.” “Sure boss.” The bartender looked at the owner of the club and quickly started to pour the transparent liquid in a tiny glass. “If may I ask you boss. What kind of girl do you want?”