Who's All Too Well About Novels & Stories

"Sorry, Liv. I didn't know he was supposedly allergic to other women. Don't worry, though. We've always been like this. He doesn't react to anything I touch. But after three years of marriage, he doesn't make you keep your hands off everything, does he? Wow. That would be pathetic." She raised an eyebrow and waved the magazine. "His female secretary brought this in, and he touched it without breaking out. He meets with women executives all the time too. Could Julian really be allergic to only you? That's extreme. It almost makes it seem like he thinks you're dirty. I'll give him a serious lecture later. He can't treat a woman like that..." A deafening buzz filled my head. I could no longer h

“If it’s all the same. I trust them both, and that’s all that matters. Just then I got a notification on my phone. The pizza we ordered was here. “Pizza’s here,” I announced as I stood. “Ugh. Finally, I’m starving.” Ayla groaned. “You literally just devoured a whole bucket of popcorn, what do you even mean by that?” “Hey, I’m a growing girl, I need my nutrients.” “Can you even spell nutrients?” I scoffed, and she pretended to be hurt at my words. “Fuck you, Andramos,” she cussed me, throwing a few crumbs of popcorn at me, and I giggled before dashing towards the door. My hair swaying behind me. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a bit.”

IRIS' POV WHAT a day. I can't wait to go home and write in my journal. Being an Arts Major really takes a toll on you "Heyy Riri, had fun today?" Adam, my flatmate asks from his bedroom. I peak inside to answer him. "Yeahh it was okay, same ol' same ol'. "Figured. I'm bringing a chicken over, you know the drill". Oh yes, the "drill" which entails being in my room the entire night. I'm not complaining though, I'll just grab something to eat then go work on my journal

"Luke, why don't you have a good talk with your fiancee? After all, you're quite capable at work. It's a waste to lose your job like this." I smiled and shook my head before looking out the window. "No need. The world's so big. I want to see it." Mr. Babel's eyes were filled with more confusion as if he could not understand. "The workshops outside are nice, but ours isn't bad either. Things will get better." My smile widened.

Before she'd even finished exclaiming, another crash was heard, followed by another, and another, and another. "Mr. Jepson! That's Ms. Sallow's oil painting! You can't throw the whole frame to the ground— "Mr. Jepson! Those are Ms. Sallow's acrylics! She mixed them herself! You can't just mix everything together— "Mr. Jepson! That easel belongs to Ms. Sallow! She got it from overseas and that's the only one in the world, you can't break off the legs—" With every bang and crash, my heart sank deeper and deeper into the pits of my stomach.

"That is the most honest thing you have said all night." Talia leaned closer, dropping her voice like she was about to say something that deserved more privacy than a shared dressing room could offer. She even glanced toward the door first. "Also let's be real. A man that rich?" She raised a brow. "Pretty sure he works out." Anna groaned, tilting her head back. "Oh Lord." But Talia was fully in it now. Both elbows on the vanity, eyes bright, chin forward, the way she got when a topic had her complete and total attention and there was genuinely no stopping her. She had that look like she had been thinking about this since she clocked in.

she said to him and kissed his cheek. They were interrupted by somebody who sat on the empty chair opposite Adrienne. “I hate falling in line,” Justin J. said. “Seriously! This place should have like a barcode for people with face value.” Tara and Mac stared at Adrienne with raised brows. “Yep. Meet N-1-9-8-9,” she said to them. “What does the N stand for?” Justin J. asked. “Noteworthy? Naturally hot?” He grinned at Adrienne. She realized that he was no longer wearing those weird electric blue contacts and his eyes were actually gray.

Listening to Crime Junkie or any other podcast she finds. That’s us the 4 girls of Belmont Apartments Floor 12, the penthouse. Addison West. Sutton Ashford. Josie Hale and me Emerson Fitzgerald. I love my girls. We need each other. We all come from such different backgrounds but from the moment we met, we fit together like a puzzle. Of course we can’t forget Lulu. The true princess of the apartment. Who is currently residing on Addy’s lap with her head on Josie’s leg. We love her.

"You guys did a pretty bad job of photoshopping this. Do you really think Joel and I are that stupid?" Chloe gritted her teeth. "Anna and I have never stooped to lying. If you think it's fake, go get it verified." "There's no need," Joel said coldly. His expression was grim as he tossed the printed screenshots into the trash. "Rachel is gentle and kind. She's been a vegetarian since childhood. She won't even hurt a fly. And she would never talk like that. It's obvious this was fabricated. You two just want to drag her through the mud."

"You talk too much You never shut up Everything I do for you is never enough You snore, you drool, You talk in your sleep-" “Alright, you’re fired West Coast. What do you want to listen to?” Hollis couldn’t stop laughing as she switched the music off momentarily, which made Whitney join in. “Something POP...in English.” The other girl added, tousling her curly waves of black hair. Hollis’ giggling died down as she nodded and flipped to a random station playing the Top 40 hits. Within seconds, Whitney started singing along to Halsey’s “Without Me.” Hollis knew the song well (who didn’t?) and tapped a finger along to the gloomy beat. Suddenly, Whitney thrust a fist to her chest and sang the ch