Life at Thirty

Life at Thirty

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Party, Shopping, Party, Shopping, Party, Shopping. That's the only important words to Addison Gaye Phillips. She's a rich LA girl who can afford a chanel bag, dior perfume, a 1947 Chateau Cheval Blanc, she thinks she could spend all her money at once. She always been like that for three years, since she were 27 years old. Now at thirty, Addi still can't hold herself together. She still make bad and impulsive decisions. Going back to the Philippines to celebrate her 30th birthday. After avoiding her families and friends for three years, can she finally face the discrimination she had for a long time? But what actually happened to her? What urged her to leave? P.s: This is not a love story. __________ CREATED: February 14, 2022 GENRE -Ardent Psyche
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"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ π’π’π¦π¨π§πž 𝐄𝐝𝐒𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐒𝐜𝐨π₯𝐚𝐬 π’πšπ―π’πœπž wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) β€’ 01/7/24 Β©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

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