Tisha X Brightney Mga Nobela at Kwento

He smiled bitterly and then threw the flower away just the moment he entered the club. Blaring lights and loud sounds enchoes throughout but it was still early and there are a few people, for some reason ‘Just a Taste by Tinashe' was blasting in the background, the familiar lyrics was all over the place and Shawn couldn't agree more. He headed toward the bar and scowled. “You're here again." Catherine looked away from her glass of margarita and meet Shawn's eyes. “Well, well this is my lucky night. Hello Shawn Darby the STD carrier."

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.

“ You are flattering me." “ And Tisha.” Annabelle gestured to her friends. “These are my friends. Daniel, Jake and Tomiwa.” Tisha smiled and shook hands with them one by one. However when she reached Tomiwa, her hand lingered in the handshake and she stared at Tomiwa for a while, before a sultry smile appeared on her face. Tomiwa caught the smile and suddenly became uncomfortable. “Tomiwa, right?” Tisha purred making the other girl shiver. “Such a beautiful name. Tell me something. Are you single?”

I opened the car door and got in, immediately seeing Natasha at the front seat and Jackson sitting at the back. "Hey, girlie." Tasha said while reapplying her makeup. I responded with a light laugh while shaking my head at her attempt to fix her hair with the way Bryson was driving. Tasha is a ginger haired girl with slight freckles scattered from cheek to cheek. She is also a junior like me. Natasha is a tall girl, with a model like body I would kill for. Tonight she was putting on a pink tight top, a short leather skirt and heeled boots like me too, which made her taller than she already is.

I smiled at her. "Nice to meet you too, Betty," I said. I looked at the other woman and I think she is a shy type. She has gold hair and emerald eyes. She is also wearing eyeglasses. I know behind those eyeglasses, she is beautiful. "Nice to meet you Andrea, I'm Tasha Hill. Venice's math teacher," Tasha introduced herself. She is really shy. If Tasha is a confident woman, I think she has so many suitors. I smiled at her.

The service girl answered politely. Trisha, her name in Sweet Haven, is Aleah Silver, a college student taking Accountancy, who had to give up her studies and work in a men's club to earn more than the minimum wage that she could get from any part-time job she could ever manage to find in her urgent need to pay her mom's medical bills.

But Anthony’s company had just gotten started, and I couldn’t bear to leave him behind, so I chose to stay. "You’re hopeless." That was the last thing she said to scold me, and I quickly brushed it off. Who would’ve thought that years later, we would reunite like this in a foreign land? Because I couldn’t see, I made flower arrangements slowly, and sometimes I would mix them up. A frequent customer of mine was a fellow international student. Maybe because we were both blind, he came almost every day to buy a bouquet of tulips. "Do you have any tulips today?"

When she caught my stare, she coughed as though embarrassed, “Yeah, Me too. Maybe a cut-out card.” I blinked at her joke, before breaking into a smile of my own and stretched my arms towards her, “I'm Bridgette, nice to meet you.” She looked shocked for a second, before taking my outstretched arms, with a mischievous smile, “I know. I would be living under a rock if I didn't.” Her grasp was firm and we shook for a few minutes before she continued, “I'm Tessa, she's Alia, and the intern with the kinky thoughts is Brianna. Nice to meet you.”

She stands at my side making it easier for me to see her properly up close and without Theo. “Hello.” The grin on her face widens as she stretches out her hand for a shake. Her lips which are a bit swollen, probably from all the kissing they’ve been doing which for some reason, unnerves me. It shouldn’t. “I’m Tiffany.” I know. Tiffany Bello is a Nigerian who has stayed in the US all her life. She majors in political science and lives in the dorm with her twin sister, Trinity Bello. They’re twenty and their parents are currently in Nigeria.

"Goodnight, Val!" Valerie watched as Chris and Tasha walked up the stairs, leaving her troubled by the deafening silence of the mansion. She speculatively stared at Tasha as she moved , each step of hers elegant. Her blonde hair perfectly styled in a neat ponytail. Even in the faint lighting, her curvy silhouette could be seen perfectly as she moved up the staircase. She was grabbing Chris' arm, as if trying to express her possession of him.