Wan Synonym Novels & Stories

I asked the attractive guy, but he paid no attention, focused on his phone. Pursing my lips when he didn't respond, I went back to gazing up at the stars. "Slim," he replied flatly, placing his phone on a nearby table. "What's your real name?" I inquired, and he glanced over at me with his cold eyes. "Hayden," he responded, taking a sip from his bottle before placing it back down. "I'm Chloe, but my friends call me C," I started, but my intoxicated mind suddenly had a realization. "I guess nobody is going to call me C now." I laughed, too drunk to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

vihaan played with her nip in a circular manner while adding a smile. "Do you want me to relief that thirst of hunger then? Sukoon doesn't understand what he was saying in the first place since she is shy, a shy person, and a shy young woman. But vihaan made another motion, this time giving sukoon a hard slap on the butt cheek. She sobbed. "When I said, "wify" I really meant, "wify , words I don't love to wait!" "Yes, yes," followed by another slap. "Yes, but!"

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I watch the two-man and wrinkle my brows when Vince freezes, his hand hanging in the air, and his expression changing from a grimace to a disturbed one— almost painful— which makes me curious about this Karina. "Oh, she is. I didn't hear anything, and I guess that's because it's none of my interest. " He shrugs, his voice bizarre. "Vincent, I—" Sinclair starts but he cuts him off, saying, "I don't think we should speak about people of the past, dude. " A tensed silence settles between them and Vincent moves to the other side while I turn my gaze to Sinclair. "Who's Karina?" I question and he shakes his head; the words stumbling from his mouth the least of what I expected. "Someone I used to