"She's walking in now. Green dress."
I stroke my fingers over my lips as I watch the door, waiting for her to arrive. I was putting an end to this rivalry tonight.
"Now," the voice in my ear informs me, and I drop the phone into my jacket pocket. Sure enough, a woman stands in the doorway, her white hair curled to perfection, an emerald green dress accentuating her turquoise eyes. I swallow, wondering if the fates were so cruel. The fingers that were dripping in diamonds lifted her dress up, the fur stole around her shoulders making her look like a film star.
Every man in here was gazing at her, and the man beside her glared at them all in turn. Her eyes scanned the room, a pure innocence in them that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Then she saw me, and her lips parted, before the look that mirrored my own took o
THIS IS A SPIN OFF ONE SHOT FOR TWO CHARACTERS FROM MY STORY SAY IT ISNT SO. IT IS A FANTASY STANDALONE.F R A N K I EI'm not stupid. I know if Andy could have anyone, he would choose my sister, Max.All dark curls and pouty lips, a heart of gold and curves that could cause car accidents. Yeah, legit perfection.After the drama that had occurred a few years ago, I thought I'd never see Andy again. So imagine my surprise when he walks into a bar I'm working at. I need the cash, and I'm already working a day job. I'm beyond tired, but it's safe to say I perk up a little when the muscular man with wet dark hair enters the bar. I don't recognise him at first- but then he shakes the raindrops from his hair; loose, dark curls springing back as his hands sweeps though them.
This book was requested by the winner of The Vault competition. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Facebook to keep in touch!Dedicated to JHW.Enjoy.ROWANI knew who has just walked in to the firehouse from the click of her heels on the stone floor. The only women that worked in Station 12 were Gabbie and Marg- neither of which that would be seen dead in heels. I finished refilling the bottle of air, checking it has reached the required capacity before her perfume filled my senses.“Working hard again?” The syrupy sweet voice greets me, and I tighten the lid on the bottle before shooting her a smile over my shoulder. Her hair is in a loose bun, tendrils framing her face which is fuck-me-beautiful. She’s wearing he
I’ve always been in relationships.The longest one was eight years, so when that ended you could say I was sexually curious…So I did what any insecure, cheated on woman would do.I indulged.It started off with getting drunk and sleeping around, sometimes with guys in the same friend circle.Try not to judge me.My ex told me I was turning into a slag—but what even is that? I love
“May I?”I look up from examining my wine glass to see a man gazing at me with eyes that seemed to be undressing me. Hazel, with flecks of gold. A present I’d like to unwrap on Christmas Day, that’s for sure.He’s indicating towards the empty seat beside me, and I shrug my shoulders.“Of course.”So he did.Easing himself onto the stool, he drags it closer to me as he nods at the bartender.“Whiskey and coke, and another white wine for this one.”&ldq