Venti X Barbara Novels & Stories

I had never come in contact with a 20-year-old woman like Lucinda. She truly felt softer than the fluff of cotton candy. To my even greater surprise, she actually took my hand and placed it right on her chest. Instantly, I could feel her suppleness and tenderness right against my palm. I also felt a hard peak. I couldn't believe that she was actually braless! I pulled my hand back in fright, then whispered in her ear, "You must be mad. I'm close friends with your father." At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad does

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

Bearnice smirks. God, she's gonna piss him off. But the look of utter shock on his face is more than satisfying. "She's a lot," I whisper to Dante, knowing that Bearnice can hear me. "I am. Now please place your order, Dante." "Alright, fine. I'll have vanilla." Dante rolls his eyes. I don't think I've ever seen that expression before. "What are you? Seventy?" Bearnice scoffs and snatches the menu from his hands.

Barbara said in a chilly tone as hatred flickered in her eyes, “I want to join forces with you and Mr. Maxwell.” “…” Fia stared at Barbara in surprise. Barbara gave her a bitter smirk and said, “I know I am a prideful woman. I’ve always thought I am strong and independent. That I don’t need help from anyone. Yet now, I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t know what I should do to defeat this cunning and shameless foe!” Hearing Barbara’s words, Fia finally understood why she was here to see her. If Barbara came here alone, Fia would probably not believe her. In fact, she would suspect her even more and think that she must have been tricked by Esme.

Barbara informed him “Leave? She said that?” Martin was surprised “Yes sir. Now, she went out to meet Mr Xander, I believe she planned all of it with him. I overheard when she was on the phone right before I left, talking about visa and immigration.” “Sir, I believe if you are a little kind to madam, she won’t go! She isn’t wrong, it was Ms Ross who…..” Barbara lowered her head, didn’t continue her words, afraid if Martin got angry

However, just half an hour later, the tranquility was shattered. "If you see Madam Martínez later, be sweeter with her. She has a lot of valuable things in her hands, don't let them all be snatched away by those two little brats from the DeRoss family." Barbara's voice came closer and closer, "If you cause trouble like last time, I'll slap you." She walked into the villa, and unexpectedly, a fierce gaze shot towards her. Barbara looked up and met Haley's cold eyes, her hairs stood on end.

Barbara followed beside Helios when they went around talking to the guests. When she turned her head around, her gaze met with Elaine’s. Elaine froze for a moment, but she still nodded at her out of courtesy. Barbara said something to Helios, and he nodded. After that, she put down her glass and walked toward Elaine. “Ms. Xavier.” Elaine was stunned. She looked at Barbara and asked, “Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Boucher?”

I added, my voice shrinking until it was barely a breath. Barbara’s eyes traveled over the room, landing on the mountain of flowers and plush toys. “This is about Mrs. Pierce, isn’t it? The Witch of the Neverland Pirates,” Barbara said, trying to lighten the mood. I let out a weak laugh, waving her off. “Stop it!”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.