Timothee Chalamet Peach Novels & Stories

Charlie is the dish, and she’s about to get well done. Charlie looked down at her naked peach. She had even shaved last Thursday. It had to serve its purpose, right? Inner Devil: ‘This peach is ripe, smooth, and begging for bites. Let’s not waste produce.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Taylor’s gonna love that peach-like it’s his last meal.’ She figured the sound of the shower and being inside the bathroom would help muffle any cries of passion. So, the shower was definitely better. Inner Devil: ‘Soundproof and steam-powered? Genius. Cue the steamy symphony, maestro.’

Leo answered. “Comfortable? But when you met each other in the entrance ceremony, one of you was ignoring the other,” she said. “That’s because everything has changed, your majesty… nothing is permanent,” I said with a straight face. I felt Leo’s right hand on my left hand, then looked at me worriedly just like yesterday. “Is there something wrong, dear?” she asked. I then shook my head as a no. “As the time goes by, I will eventually forget about him, because now, Bruce Charm, the son of Baron Charm, is pursuing me,” I said.

He gave me an anti-bruising cream for my neck and sent me off. - "Alpha Christian will be here any moment! Channing hurry up on dinner!" Luna Rachael yelled. I gave her a simple "yes ma'am," and finished plating the potatoes. Then I took the food to the buffet just like this morning. After I went to the doctor, everything went pretty smoothly. Except for the part where Jamie had to lend me a dress because I didn't have a decent one. That was quite the show. The dress is beautiful though. It's a pale blue dress that goes to about mid-thigh, with a sweetheart neckline. It's not too extravagant, with only a few diamonds on the bodice. My shoes were just some white wedges that were about 3 inche

A few seconds later, Ariel felt the burn of the pepper on her face and screamed so loudly in pain at the top of her lungs, that everyone in the house could hear her voice. Damien heard the scream and immediately ran towards the sound. He saw servants gathering around Ariel, and wondered what had happened. Then, he slowly moved towards the scene. “What is going on here? Why did she scream like that?” Damien demanded, but all of them kept mute and kept on exchanging glances at each other. He walked in front of Ariel, and his eyes widened with shock, as he saw her face covered in what looked like powdered chilli pepper. “Who did this rubbish?” He asked them furiously. They all kept quiet.

“Now I see why she was chosen. She's beautiful!” “I agree!” I smiled on the inside. At least I had this going for me. A woman approached us, holding a file in her hand. “I'm Peach, and I'm going to run you through everything for tonight. Please take a seat.” A seat magically appeared, and Mr peacock gently lowered me into it. “I killed this makeup look, Peachy darling. Tell me I did!” She smiled at him. “Of course you did Gerald. You always do. It also helps that she has impeccable bone structure and features. I mean look how deep those dimples are.”

“What the hell is this Jim?”Peach asked angrily.“I uuumh decided to uuuumh drop by for some ummmmh details on the school uuumh,”he stammered to say.“Just drop it.Can you explain how the fuck I signed this?And why you are showing up here with these fucking flowers when you are supposed to be at some fucking meeting?”she asked.“Look this is my office not a space to settle your problems.I suggest you go home and sort out whatever this is,”Hermione said.Peach sat down.There was a moment of silence.“Are you both having an affair?”she asked.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Pouting, she then turned her attention towards Elijah and saw that he was already looking at her, and the sight of him made her stomach twist nervously. “What?” Peach huffed, lowering her gaze from his eyes. “What are you taking?” Elijah asked her calmly, leaning forward and placing one elbow on the table. His face was right in her line of sight now, and Peach felt heat rise to her cheeks once again, and she quickly looked away. “Uhh, I'm not sure actually,” Peach admitted shyly, shifting uncomfortably. Then her ears picked up the sound of a woman's voice, “I will have a cosmopolitan cocktail.”

Her assistant Peach looked-liked Barbie, if Barbie had acne sores under her gobs of makeup, and hair which had thinned and appeared to be on the verge of falling out from too many chemicals and hot appliances. On the bright side Ivanna and Peach knew their cosmetic shit, were just a wealth of information as they did her hair and makeup for the masquerade. Peach claimed to have had a New Year’s threesome with Kaleb Leda and heiress Valencia Van Tessin, Courtney’s younger sister. Amber had been there and done that with Kaleb, not that she was volunteering that tidbit of info though. And according to Peach, Val was into freaky shit. Though she wouldn’t elaborate. But again, Amberleigh had been

Hill then asked him to remove his jewels, as it would make the landowner suspicious. After dinner, Miah served everyone dessert. She placed an extra-large slice of cake in front of Sean, leaning in just a little too much. "I made it myself," she said, her voice dripping honey. Trying not to lose her temper and slam her face into her own plate, Violet asked, "It looks delicious. Does it have peach in it?" "Yeah, obviously. Peach cake has peach," Miah replied, her tone laced with that condescending edge that suggested Violet was stupid for even asking.