Twenty Grand Peach Novels & Stories

PIETRO GIACOMETTI Peaches thinks she broke last night, she is currently thinking of how she lost control but she has no idea and no clue that she was still far from losing control. She was still far from the things I had ready for her and she was totally unprepared for the amount of control she would lose over herself and the amount I would lose over her.

She handed over to him a small bag. "Yuuppp!" Dalvin smiled, looking inside the bag, he suddenly frowned. "A piece of cake, with a small bottle of Pepsi?" "A piece of cake at MacDonald's!" Pink snapped. "I spent five thousand naira buying that piece of cake and small bottle of Pepsi. Mitcheeeew, ungrateful soul." Dalvin came closer to Pink, sniffing her dress to confirm his suspicion. "Yikes! You stink, when did you start drinking alcohol?"

I wonder if Mayson remembers what the thirty-first of May is significant for. Eight years ago it was a Saturday night, one week before graduation. God has smiled down at me because it is on a Saturday night this year. I proposed eight years ago and I am going to propose again. I have only a few days to get all of my plans together. Mayson is at an alumni meeting in Arkansas so I have time to plan. My first stop is going to be her Mom and Dad’s house. Her mom had one special thing I needed for that night.

Amberleigh found it a crying shame that Ivanna and Peach couldn’t stay for the party, as they had several other bookings on this Halloween night. They were gracious enough to help her get into her dress before they left though, as the second piece made it more of a two person job. They both seemed jealous when they found out the gown was an original of Angelique Grimaldi. Then Peach launched into a story about fucking Angelique’s assistant. It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life, buried in my system. But I don't know what I want to become." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I think it's too late for me." He laughed at my plight before carefully removing my hands from my face. "It's never too late, Bee. You can't know what you want to become overnight." "But, I will be twenty-five soon. Twenty-five and jobless. Twenty-five and dreamless. Twenty-five and passionless. I don't know if there is a word like that. But Twenty-five and oblivious don't sound so good."

MIA Mr Peacock was preparing me for Pandemonium when my door opened, and Peach walked in. “Hey girlfriend!” She dragged her words in excitement. “Why is the Peach so Peachy?” Mr Peacock asked her. “Well that's because I'm five thousand dollars richer! Yes!” She pumped a fist in the air, as she waved a check around. “How'd you get five thousand?” I laughed at her jubilee dance. “I sold the watch of course,” she drew closer to me. “Fifteen grand like I said.”

My two pups are still underage and I won’t allow Masuzyo to hurt them to get to me. “Is there something I can find for you?” she asks. “No, thank you, just point me in the right direction.” She does and I go to the records room, going back two years. I think back, trying to remember the exact day. It was late fall. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground. October. I find the right year, then the right month. Before I find the file, I get a mind link from Atticus. ‘Luca, it’s her. The others are telling Alpha Masuzyo now,’ he tells me in the mind link.

It was then that she realized the price of the gold peach. "Isn't this peach hollow inside?" Cashier: "…" There were people waiting in line behind her, and whispers were audible: "Can she afford it or not? If she can't, she should step aside and not hold up the line." Aria stood there stunned, only able to look at Isabella. "Isabella, can you lend me twenty thousand?" With so many people watching, could she say no? She had to take out a bank card from her wallet and hand it over.

After shaking her head to get rid of the image in her mind, Peach objected, “Grandpa! What are you talking about? I won’t get married! I will always be by your side to take care of you.” “Silly girl, I will be dead sooner or later. After that, a girl like you must find a man, otherwise, it will be difficult to survive,” Cy persuaded. This was also a concern of his. Peach’s conditions were tip-top, however, Cy knew that her granddaughter also had high standards. There was no man of similar age in Village Pescado who did not like Peach. As Peach grew up over the past two years, countless people had proposed marriage to her.

Now, she was gone and although I didn't know her that well, I felt like I'd lost something special all over again. My day was pretty much already ruined and probably nothing would change it. "Hey there, pretty" a voice said. It was a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He had muscles and curves in the right places and his slicked back hair made his gray eyes even more enticing. In short, he was a motherfucking work of art. But like I said my day was already ruined and not even some Greek god could change it. "And you are?" I demanded as coldly as possible.