Novels by A. Marie

"Don't tell me you have your own key now!" I said while putting on eyeliner.She sat on my bed, "No, the door is wide open." "You don't seem to be prepared," she said sarcastically. "Do you think you'll get laid tonight? Am I right!?"Ignoring what she said, "What should I wear?" I asked."If you're only going to take it off, don't wear anything." She flashed a sly grin."Come on, tell me! You're so dumb Sam!" I barely said."Before you do it, put on a wedding ring and get married!" She even clasped her hands together as though praying. "It's a sin!" she exclaims."Bitch!" I stated while I searched the cabinet for certain clothes.I chose a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and a red backless blouse that I knotted over my neck. I put on my leather high heels and light make-up. Sam was dressed in tattered pants and a black tube. It's just a simple outfit.Samantha drove us there because she had brought her ca

I returned to the city in the afternoon because I had a class on Monday. I was bored listening to my old professor talk about some historical things, but luckily my attractive block mate was sitting next to me, so I simply glanced at him and flirted a bit. We used to have flings, then he moved on and got himself a girlfriend. They split up last month, and he is now single. I looked away when he looked back at me. I pretended to be listening to our professor's discussion, "Ahh, so that's why." I said nodding my head, acting like I was listening, I looked like shit. I was even taking down notes using my black ball pen so he would believe I was listening. I was stopped when he held my hand to stop me from writing. I looked up at him. "You're not taking notes, you're doodling," he said softly to me, the professor might scold us for making noise "I love art," I smirked and looked in front. "You bored already?" I looked back at him and shamelessly l

"He's a creep! A handsome creep"I'm not sure how I'd feel because he didn't respond to my chat. He didn't say how he found out my info, but I'm guessing Samantha informed him or he's just a creep! As a response, I stalked him as well.When I do a google for his name on Instagram, I get a lot of results! I had no idea what his entire name was, so I asked Samantha.To: BestieAdmit it you sold my name to Percival.She replied immediately even though it was already late.From: BestieKind of.I want to strangle Samantha’s neck. I was to type a reply when she chatted to me again.From: BestieYou’re looking for his Instagram account, huh? Hmmm.I grimaced and replied to her.To: BestieYes, so give it to me because I have your family.From: BestieYou can have my family, LOL!From: BestieAnd, it’s Percival Archer Revamonte. You’re welcome bitch

“Excuse me, excuse.” I didn't care who I bumped into.I kept walking quickly.My eyes widened when someone pulled my arms. I almost tripped over a shard of glass.“Be careful,” he said quietly.When he let go of my arm, I was able to look at him closely. It was as if my panties had completely fallen off when I saw the man I had been looking for, up close. I could not speak immediately due to panic. I could smell his manly scent. He smells so good, how come? His perfume is obviously expensive.“Shit! Dude, some girl kissed me.” I looked at the man who approached him.Oh! The man Martina was talking to! Wait, their friends?!He never looked at me again so if I talked to him I may look like an attention seeker kind of girl while he's talking to his friend. I also forgot about Stefan so I just went back to our table to drink."Well, you're still around?"Sam said when she saw me on the couch.

When we arrived at a two-story house in Fremont, it was already late. Outside, the music was not that loud, but after we entered, the sound was really loud inside the living room. Everyone has been greeted by Sam. It was a home full of university students, all of them had red cups in their hands. Others are dancing, drinking, conversing, and playing beer pong. The place was not overly packed because the home was vast. I looked around the living area, but there was no sign of Percival. That's where I spotted him when Sam took me to the kitchen. He was leaning on the kitchen counter, a red cup in his hand. He was grinning as he listened to his friend—the one Martina had mentioned before. There were a total of five of them. Two ladies and three males were present. When the woman encircled her arms on his arm, he moved and got his attention. The woman murmured something to him and he nodded, still smiling. “Sam!” the woman Percival was talking to turned around wh

I was awakened by a number of phone calls from Sam! I picked up my phone, irritated, but the call was disconnected. I went back and read our private chat since they were discussing something. It's me, it's me! They've been searching for me since the wee hours of the morning! Kierra: Martina was driven home by Kalix. That's excellent. Yanna is nowhere to be seen. Sam: I'm not sure, but I think she's having sex with that Stanford dude. Via: Bitch? Which one is it? Sam: You guys should go. I'll start searching for her. If she isn't here in five minutes, then she may be doing something else. I continued scrolling and noticed Sam was worried since I wasn't there. I chatted with them so they wouldn't be upset. Yanna: I just woke up, but don't worry, I'm already in the dorm. I'm all right. You should be more concerned with my tits and pussy. Last night, I didn't get laid. It was irritating! After I talked with them, Samantha p