Tisha X Scraps Novels & Stories

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.”

Tiree's terror at the storm's crescendo was the perfect distraction, drawing Skye's attention and compassion, leaving Talisha to execute her plan unseen. She used the scissors, cutting carefully what she needed, then stuffed the cut material into her pocket and the scissors into her boot. Her floor-length skirt perfectly hid everything. The candlelight provided ample assistance, allowing her to quickly find what she was looking for without wasting time searching blindly. Her heart raced with the thrill of success thanks to Tiree's invaluable help. Talisha approached the two girls. "Okay, Tiree," she put her hand on her shoulder. "Come, it’s gone now. Can you stand up? It's time for us to go.

The shopkeeper smiles and says, "This is for use during periods." Shivam pays the bill and returns with the goods. He was still thinking about all this when they reached the theatre. Both of them go and sit on their chairs. Shivam checks his phone but there is no response from Tanisha yet. When the interval comes, they order snacks, so Tanya ordered dark chocolate ice cream. Shivam asks her, “You like butterscotch, right?” “Sometimes changing tastes also makes us happy,” Tanya said while eating ice cream.

Hazel froze. She turned slowly toward a cluster of luxury SUVs on the left side of the floor. Walking toward them were two girls dressed in flashy, logo-heavy outfits, flanked by a young guy wearing an oversized designer watch and a smug expression. It was Chloe and Tanya, two girls Hazel had the misfortune of knowing during her college days, along with Tanya’s boyfriend, Romeo. Back in school, they had made a sport out of dropping passive-aggressive comments about Hazel’s humble background, her thrifted clothes, and her lack of a family trust fund.

That pancake was my lifeline after a blood sugar crash, a rare moment I hadn't starved myself to save every cent for him. He paused, softening. "I know you see me as a burden. I'll get discharged now." Fighting back my bitterness, I transferred him my last $1,200. "This is all I have left." It was the final thread of our bond, severed. I grabbed my bag and turned to leave, but laughter from the ward drilled into my ears. "Is she kidding?" Natalie scoffed. "Unless she coughs up 50 grand for my new necklace, she is just playing us."

he says, his tone sounding bright. I smile wide, snuggling against my pillow. “I am as well.” “Enough to be talking about it at work it seems,” he teases. I shrug, “I’m only human, and I can admit I’m excited about it.” “So am I,” he chimes. “So what are you doing now?” “I was eating my dinner and watching Schitt’s Creek.” “Oh, what episode?” “The one where Alexis has lice.” He chuckles, “I remember that one…Maybe we can video call and watch it together?”

on the post. As if that casual, indifferent action could somehow hide the devastation roiling inside me. But before I could even gather my thoughts, my phone chimed with a ding. A new message popped up—it was from Jennifer. Confused, I opened it. It was a video. And there, clear as day on the screen, was Mike’s familiar yet increasingly unfamiliar handsome face. The timestamp showed it was from shortly after he returned to the country. In the video, a friend teased, “Mike, what do you think is the happiest thing in life?”

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

Scrapper, what goes on between them is none of your fucking business. Piss off. – Spider “Are you going to join me?” “Only if you want me to.” Riffraff answered. Biting her lip, Taz contemplated. It was tempting. But she was not sure if she was ready for that yet. If they were in the shower together, she was pretty sure that she knew where it would lead to. “I said no sex until I won. I didn’t win on points tonight. I won.”