Wallpaper Tomboy Novels & Stories

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

“It’s such a soft and natural colour. We’re going to decorate the room in vines and flowers, and pretty animals.” “Why are you talking?” Anna asks. “Tommy!” April pouts to him. Tom looks at Anna with an irritated glare, “stop harassing April.” “How could this be considered harassing?” Victor’s voice is as neutral as when I’d arrived. “She asked a valid question. Why would April have any insight on your baby choices.” “She’s my assistant.” I wonder momentarily if Victor learned April’s name personally or if he is assuming this must be her. “And I need her to help me with the house because my wife is too busy getting lunch with her boss and friends during work hours.” Tom stands, pulling me wi

“Late night. Forgive me.” We laughed and made space for her. She hugged me quickly, then winked at Gabe. “I brought backup sugar.”With everyone ready, we left the Noir Flame and split into two cars. Noah, Brandon, Gabe, and I in one; Amanda and Desmond in the other. Our first stop was the wallpaper store a sprawling warehouse nearly an hour away. Brandon and Gabe insisted it had the best selection, and I agreed the moment I stepped inside. Every interior decorator’s dream stretched before me: row upon row of textured, patterned, and earth-toned wallpapers.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

I can not let this evil duo destroy my life. I knew that Rosette was going big this time. This would not be like the two previous times she tried to humble me. I went on the online marketplace called Selai and ordered numerous things. I was not going to slack off in this situation. I bought a small pocket knife, some paper spray and duct tape. I don't know how the party would turn out so my preparations would always be inadequate. I don't know Rosette's evil plans for me after all.

A scuffed-up pair of black sneakers completed her rugged look. Tomboy to the bones! Beneath her tomboyish vibes were beautifully curved cheeks and chin. Golden and eagle-like eyes, pointed nose, and pouty rosey lips that would have lit up the room if they had feminine touches. With her lips pressed tightly, she bowed slightly. Not a sloppy bow, but one that bespoke confidence and strength. I dismissed Liam and Garry led her to the innermost part of the office which was designed for relaxation. Her strides were sure like she owned the room, shoulders relaxed but eyes hunting. Not the walk of a lady.

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good. The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

She figured Ray was in his fifties but he proved age was nothing but a number as he carried his youngest son with ease to the door. Ava followed as she whispered goodnight to Jesse. She silently followed Ray up the stairs. Then she quickly rounded around him to open Tom’s bedroom door. Tom’s comforter was black and white with matching sheets and pillow cases. He had a pet hamster in a cage on the desk that was under the window. His pet tarantula was in a glass case on top of his dresser. His furniture was painted white. He had a corkboard on the wall with various papers on it. Several drawings of horses and landscaping of mountains were framed and hung on his wall. Ava had learned Tom liked