Tisha X Scraps Novels & Stories

Tara orchestrated her plan and gave everyone their part ……… “ What's she up to ” Xavier asked Damian his most trusted soldier “ She's making a product,. The name is sce.. scented candles. She says they are candles which gives out different scents when lit, flower scents, herbal scent for sleeping, reducing fatigue, relaxing and even to remove some infections. ” Damian reported again “ Candles with scents, okay see if she needs any help and make sure this stays here, no one outside of our palace should know ” Xavier ordered because he knew if his brothers found out then they would start following Tara and even hurt her

I walked toward the trash can, my steps unsteady. Out of habit, I checked to see if my roommates had thrown away any leftover or expired food I could salvage. I had spent most of the semester surviving this way. Just as I started digging through the trash, someone pushed the door open. "Ugh, Elena, why are you going through the garbage again? That's disgusting." My roommate Danielle Lynch's voice made my face burn with shame. I jerked my hand back from the trash can like it had burned me. She glanced at the scratch card on my desk and immediately understood. Undisguised contempt filled her eyes.

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

“June was right. At least you didn’t do anything crazy.” “Yeah, i guess,” she groaned. “I’ll back. I just want to go take my bath.” Elena walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, another wrapped around her wet hair. Ivy was gone, making the room seem bigger and emptier. She opened unzipped her travelling bag, pulling out a black jean and a white T-shirt with ‘Elena’ printed on it in black cursive letters. She got the T-shirt from her mystery sponsor on her sixteenth year birthday.

I said through gritted teeth. "Cut ties?" Genevieve let out a cold laugh. She walked over to a safe, opened it, and took out a fine wooden box and a yellowed, worn-out book of sheet music. The moment I saw the music, my breath caught in my throat. It was the Chopin book my mother had left me, filled with her handwritten notes from when she taught me to play. It was the most precious thing she had left me in this world. "Alessia, what do you think would happen if I sold off this jewelry, and then threw this trash into the fireplace and watched it turn to ash…" Genevieve's fingers traced the cover of the book, her eyes glinting with malice.

Tara- ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Scar said, sounding nauseous. ‘Scar don’t puss out on me,’ I replied. “Do it, Tara. I’m close,” Mason grunted as I bounced on his pencil dick. I tried to push my canines out, but Scar was having second thoughts. ‘I think I’m gonna be sick,’ Scar choked out. ‘Oh, you stupid bitch. If you don’t get it together right now, I will fucking beat your ass,’ I gritted, trying to push my canines out again.

“Flattery won’t distract me from the fact that some meathead tried to start World War III over a birthmark. Do you know that asshole? The tall one with the permanent scowl, Jax something?” Elias snorted, popping a piece of gum into his mouth and chewing it with deliberate nonchalance as he flicked through his phone at a red light. The screen glowed with notifications, messages from teammates congratulating them again on Nationals qualification, a few sponsor inquiries, and the usual flood of fan edits from their regional win. “Eww, where would I know that prick from? He’s probably one of those guys who peaked in junior league and now compensates by bullying anyone who doesn’t bench-press the

I should throw all of it away and gut this house the way I gutted her life and rebuild it in my own image, but I haven't and I don't examine why. Tasha is beside me, propped against the headboard, scrolling through her phone with the glazed expression of someone who confuses shopping with living. She's been on a designer bag website for forty minutes since she found my credit card in my jacket last night and hasn't put it down since. "This one's twelve thousand," she says, holding the screen toward me. "The Bottega. It's a limited run. I think I deserve it for putting up with your mood all week."

she said. "I doubt it," he scoffed. "And besides, I don't want to miss out on my NYSC. Everyone I know says they enjoyed it." "You don't know a lot of people, Amir," she said, grabbing her bowl and leaving the room as well. Up in her bedroom, she reached for her laptop and flipped it open. Over the night, she had been watching 'Me Before You', and before that it was 'Sleepless in Seattle'. She had an entire folder dedicated to sloppy romance movies, which seemed to take her mind off everything else.

December 19th, 2012 Evening Damon “We forgot about the news yesterday!” Sasha is sat at the other end of the couch, her toes just inches from my thigh. I’m really not sure when I became corrupted by fantasies of her feet. They’re quite pretty. Long, slender. Straight toes. Cropped, painted nails. Protruding veins. I can imagine them padding at my crotch a little too vividly. My jeans are a bit tight. “Tarantino’s film was scrapped because of Sandy Hook.” I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline.