Boujee Book Novels & Stories

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I respond with a nod. I opened the letter. It was an exclusive golden ticket to Paris with a note on top. Atticus wants to see me for the final contract. I sighed as I folded it back. "You don't seem excited about it?" Mamita asked. I bit my lower lip and put the letter inside my sling bag. I'm feeling down at the moment, and all I can think of is Drew. Winning the darling of the crowd and having this golden ticket to Paris for training to become a Supermodel is beyond what I had expected. It's everyone's dream, but I don't feel happy about it.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

i asked surprised. "It's no deal Bella, you're not so heavy" he said. "Anyways, see you in 30 minutes," he said and left his office. A/N: Hi, I'm Ceejhay. I'm really grateful for you all reading my book till this far. So I would like us to talk in the comment section. How's the book going? Do you like it? Talk about the characters of the book?.. Who's your favorite character! are there things you don't like?

Hugo looked surprised to see me. “What’s with that look on your face?” I said as I hopped onto the bar stool. “You didn’t think I would show up?” “Um, kind of.” He gave me a sheepish smile. I quickly looked away and ordered a margarita. Sliding my hand inside my brown sling bag, I fetched my tablet and got down to business. “So, the billionaire matchmaking club,” I said as I scrolled through the files till I found what I was looking for. “I have been…”

After saying goodbye to her father, she got in the van, and they drove to one of the most famous and expensive jewelry stores in New York City. She chose Melissa Joy Manning, the place that created unique designs and the owner's daughter...she's a friend of Christine's. -What took you so long. -Carter complained as he saw Björn get out of the armored car. -I'm sorry, breakfast was fun..." Björn grimaced as much as he could smile without showing his teeth, which Carter found chilling.

The cab stopped in front of a classic boutique with words written boldly on the post broad saying 'Welcome to Beauty boutique' "Get down everyone" Jasmine instructed before she got down. Laura was dumbstruck, the place looked exclusively rich, and flourishing for people in the high class not in her status. "Jasmine, don't you think this place will be too expensive?" She whipped. But the girl only smiled at her as she could read the nervousness on her face. " No, it's not, don't worry the bill is on me "

She laughed again, and Joan looked at her in wonder of her amusement. “A cup of coffee, a slice of cheesecake, and a blueberry muffin with whipped cream and a cherry on top,” she read out her order to confirm. “Do you need to add anything else?” she asked. “Oh no, that will do just fine for me, thank you.” The woman appreciated it and picked up her phone to browse. Joan stared at the woman for some seconds before letting out another sigh and turning to leave. A woman's voice called her before she could take a step.

Her glasses perched halfway down her nose. "What are you reading?" Bella asked, trying to break the silence. Inez didn't look up. "Horoscope. It says I should avoid hostile islands and overachieving women with unresolved trauma." Bella smirked. "That's oddly specific." "You're oddly specific." They both chuckled - a rare moment of light in a very dark sky. --- When the plane touched down, a jeep waited for them, engine rumbling like a bored beast. The driver, a freckled young woman with a thick Scottish accent, offered them protein bars and suspiciously strong coffee.

That one just looks like problems wrapped in an assortment of tattoos. “That one?” She points at someone new, and all of a sudden the room shrinks. Damn! That’s one hell of a man. He’s sitting in a private booth, one leg crossed over the other, exposing the most expensive pair of leather shoes I have seen in a long time – or ever. His suit is impeccably tailored, molding over his body like a second skin. Broad shoulders and a chest that looks like it has seen endless hours of workout. Lisa’s next words come out in a gush. “Take a look at that watch. It could cover six whole months of bills.”