Tisha X Scraps Novels & Stories

In an almost automatic response, she hurriedly made her way towards Justin, determined to assist him in his moment of embarrassment. They found solace in the confines of the bathroom, away from prying eyes and judgment. Talia's heart raced as she soaked a paper towel, gently dabbing at the stain on Justin's shirt. Her focus was one-pointed, her attention locked onto her task. But as she grazed her hand along his neck, wiping away the remnants of the spilled drink, her trembling fingers revealed something unexpected—a scar, a scratch mark, etched onto his skin, that she had never seen before.

“And my fucking fingers. Okay? That’s it. That’s literally all. Self-care. Like normal girls do when they’re… hormonal and ovulating and bored. I was just… discovering myself. Spiritually. With batteries.” Tasha didn’t say a word. She just stared at me for a full ten seconds. Silent. Still. Then she reached for her juice, took a very calm sip, and finally spoke with the kind of deadpan energy that made my skin itch. “Girl.” Oh no. “If your dildo made you scream ‘Daddy’ three times and beg to be ruined like a cum-hungry Catholic schoolgirl, I want the link. I want the review. I want the brand, model number, voltage, and a tutorial on how to survive a seizure.”

Although the sight of another female’s mouth touching his made a part of Tasha balk, her concern for his well-being was far stronger than that. Tala inhaled deeply, then lifted her head, turned it toward the window, and blew out a heavy breath; a whoosh of black particles escaped from her mouth and zoomed out of the window. She repeated the move again and again, not stopping until the luminous patches of Onyx scalp had completely faded.

Tristan staggered backward before collapsing onto one knee. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. For a second— no one moved. Then… Tristan laughed. A low, unhinged laugh. He wiped the blood from his lip and looked up at them. "We are really doing this I guess." He reached into his pocket, unlocked his phone, and tapped the screen a few times. Ava's phone buzzed— then Xander's. A series of images appeared. Ava froze. The color drained from her face. Tristan watched their expressions with satisfaction.

he replied with a sigh. “ Stay away from my food” Daphne warned. “ I promise to do so once you start taking more liquids” he replied wiping some leftover milk from her mouth. “ Who else feel nauseated?” Richard said picking the last biscuits from Ann's tray. “ That was mine” Ann said realizing she had eaten only a piece. “ Calm down tigress, you can have this one” Richard said with a grinned as he dropped two pieces of the biscuits. “ You may as well eat it all, I will just get more” Ann replied.

Hamish and Caden lost so they are the ones who are going to order. "Let me repeat your orders. Landon's will be carbonara with extra garlic bread and coke. Ashton's are a slice of pizza, a cheese burger, fries and a coke. Phantom, caesar salad, shawarma and water. And lastly, cupid, yours will be potstickers, fried rice and sprite." Caden tells us. We confirmed and gave our money to them. A few moments after the two left, Ashton and Phantom were whispering something. I think they're plotting something.

“No, you of all people should know that words don't get at me and I’m strong because I survived what you can never come out from, if you were to be in my shoe.” Jason smirked. “Mic drop.” Tina’s eyes burned. “You’re not untouchable.” “You think saying that makes you powerful?” Aria said. “It makes you small.” “I’d rather be broken and real than fake and empty.” Aria fired back. Jason let out a low whistle.“Damn.” Tina turned red, really red. Then it happened fast. Tina grabbed the cold soda from the table, the plastic cup was wet with ice. She raised it high. Her aim, obviously, was on Aria.

I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with

The click of the lock echoed in the quiet office like a gunshot. My heart hammered wildly as I turned back to face Dr. Marcus. He stood by his desk, eyes dark with barely restrained hunger. The massive bulge in his trousers hadn’t gone down at all. “Take a deep breath for me, Lila,” he said, voice low and commanding. “This is still therapy. We’re going to work on releasing your tension through guided touch. Nothing more unless you say so.”

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.