Novel & Cerita عشقت

Inside was a piece of tiramisu cake, the one dessert I couldn't stand. Of all things, she had forgotten. Yet her eyes lit up with anticipation, waiting for my praise. I didn't move. "You don't like it?" She finally asked after a long pause. "Quinn, do you love me?" I asked abruptly. The question caught her off guard. She froze but quickly collected herself. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do. You know that." Her hand tensed slightly. She was still wearing the bracelet I'd given her two years ago on her birthday.

“Oh I love Callie! She’s so funny! Who else?” “Well I met some chick named Jackie maybe? I really can’t remember. She was hanging all over Brady.” “Oh Jacqueline. Yeah she’s insane. From what I heard she slept with Brady once when he was super drunk and thinks she’s his chosen mate now.” “Wow that’s crazy. I’ll definitely try to avoid her.” I had already planned to do so, but now that I know she’s a psychopath I’m steering clear. “So I guess you met Brady?” She says and wiggles her eyebrows. “He’s dreamy. But personally Grant is hotter to me. That sandy blonde hair and those dark brown eyes. Ughhhh.”

“Please help me talk to her.” Me: “Hamida, don’t mind Ann. I’ll buy you plenty of chocolate cakes next time, and a carton of noodles, okay?” Hamida: (Looks up with wide eyes) “Pinky promise?” Me: “Yeah, pinky promise.” Ann: “Do you forgive me now?” Hamida: “Yes, yes, yes, I forgive you.” She hugged Ann, then paused. “Wait, I saw something online recently about you snatching someone’s boyfriend. What’s that about?”

Until today…and it's all because of her. Charlotte fucking Venus. Who the hell names their kid Venus anyway? My younger brother’s girlfriend was everything pain could be. I fucking loathe the five-foot-three woman who always finds a reason to glare at me in the span of a few minutes of us meeting for the first time. I never go home, so all I could hear about the wonderful woman Lucas was dating were stories. Everyone believed she was a saint, everyone except for me. And now, the same woman is about to ruin my entire plans with her stupid idea. A kissing booth? Really?

Yara asked again and she nodded. "I'm such a fool for crying as soon as I met," Grace said and wiped her eyes. "No, you're not. You only said that I know you the better than anyone." Yara said and she nodded. "I want you to meet someone..." She said slowly and Grace looked at her with curious eyes. "You told me to move on but I couldn't but there was someone who liked me and kept pursuing me for a long time and in the end, I agreed. Meet my girlfriend, Lily." She said and pointed towards the table beside them. A blonde girl was sitting there, her hair short and she was wearing a cute dress. She smiled at Grace and then sat beside Yara.

Guess whose? I started to sneak from our provisory house in town to spy on Dumarque. Just imagine that. A five years old girl. One night I lost him from view, and in my search, I bumped into someone. I turned around and Dumarque squatted in front of me, his hawk eyes gazing at me. I froze there. He asked if I was okay and I barely nodded, he smiled at me and gave me a flower from a nearby stand. But I’ll always remember the necklace he was wearing. My mom’s necklace. It was unique so it couldn’t be a mistake. Now, my work on him required a big amount of patience, which I had not.

she said rolling her eyes, Kiara was looking between us as she seemed to find the whole situation amusing “and you are love?” “Princess Kiara” Kiara smiled introducing herself, she slowly moved away from my arms much to my dismay. “Pleasure to meet you love, I’m Princess Grace, the better-looking sibling of the two, and you love happen to be my brother’s mate”

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

she asked “No, thank you. Maybe next time.” The two of them kissed goodbye before Zeiara gazed back at Zeeve for the second time. She reminded me of Zeeve's female counterpart, and they might easily be mistaken for twins, despite the fact that Zeiara appeared to be much younger than Zeeve. Her fair complexion was complemented by her thick but lovely brows, pinkish lips, and deep brown eyes. Walking towards Zeeve, she strolled with her long hair cascading at the waist.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__19 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍 🐍 #JASMINE Making love with Sadiq in the middle of that Sandstorm was going to be a moment I'll never forget.. That moment we had solidified our relationship.. We were obsessed and so in love with one another after that..