Ashianna Kim Novels & Stories

"Wanna go outside for a popsicle?" "Sure." A few minutes later, I sat on the wall outside Luca's house with an artificially flavoured and coloured popsicle in one hand and a beer in the other. Nothing says class more than that at 1 am. "Tell me a fact about yourself Luca," I said with a sigh as I licked my popsicle. "I don't trust people with names beginning with C," he replied. "Except for Kim Kardashian." "Kim Kardashian is spelt with two Ks," I pointed out.

There was someone on the stage, clinging a spoon to the glass cup on her hand just to get everyone's attention. "Hello everyone! Hi everyone!! Attention please... I'll like to propose a toast!!!" Everyone turned to the stage. It was Dunni. "I'd like to propose a toast to my one and only best friend, my new sister, Aisha. You're welcome to the Mackenzie's family or should I say the Philip's? Whatever! Hope you're ready to loosen up a bit because you won't be that serious and shy, little Annabella Andrews anymore. So you're actually going to leave me behind "

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Kai I knew she was always meant to be mine, but it didn’t click until I saw her shift. This fucking woman was perfection personified, the Goddess made her to be mine in every way! Her coat was the same colour of obsidian as mine was, although my size outweighs hers, I watched her as she hunted the buck in front of us, her frame was lithe and graceful, every inch of the dancer that she was.

Katerina was wearing a high waist black skirt and a white crop-top which she had tucked inside her skirt. Her heels clicked as she walked toward the veranda’s door, knocking it as she called for me “can you please with the bracelet?” I turned around to face her, and I couldn’t help but get mesmerized by how beautiful she looked. Her hair neatly curled and her casual makeup only added a glow to her features, her nude lipstick made me want to bite her lips as I kissed and claimed her out on the veranda. I nodded, squeezing the cigarette on the ashtray, turning it off, before approaching her.

Kiera growled at Jasper, “That is Gandor, that is Ashina’s and my brother. Touch a hair on his head and I will reject you. Do you get that? Now bring back Andor, so Ashina may celebrate her birthday.” Before Jasper retreats, he buries his nose in Kiera’s neck and whispers, “I will mount you soon.” Kiera sighs as she in turn lets Ashina return to her birthday party. Andor sits in the head chair and puts Ashina in his lap as everyone sings Happy Birthday to Ashina. Ashina could not look up, for she knew that Cadma was staring daggers at Andor. Why can’t these two just let her have a Happy Birthday?

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Ashton said. "Are you saying that…" Maya blushed at being teased by Ashton. She was already embarrassed enough and yet he was still making fun of her! "No princess, I didn't mean anything," Ashton said, grabbing the pillow that had been thrown at him. "And you should stop calling me princess already," Maya said. It felt weird for someone to call her a princess when she had been a slave somewhere else. "But you are my princess." "Just call me by my name." "What about babe, baby, honey, honeypie, darling, sweetheart….."