Chachi Pity Novels & Stories

As if. Well, she's Aishi Joanna, my dearest best friend. In addition, she's also my manager. Aside from being a model, I actually own a restaurant and in that restaurant, Aishi is my co-owner and my chef. Our roles are in a vice versa situation though. She is my boss when we are in the agency but I am her boss whenever we were at my restaurant.

she sighed, letting me go and digging into a closest. “Aw, that's so sweet.” Mayu sighed. “I want a husband who will look at me like that.” she added with another sigh. I rolled my eyes so hard I think I hurt myself. “Ha-chi-ro.” I slowly pronounced his name. “He’s not my husband. And he doesn’t look at me like that… I mean.” And now Mayu is blushing. “Of course he does.” I sighed.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

Observing a hardly discernable smile of chagrin from Cazer in response, she then finished her drink in one final gulp. Raising her empty glass, as if to indicate her excuse for taking her leave of them. Chiri issued a brief, “Excuse me.” Before beginning to dismiss herself from the group. However, Chiri had only taken a few steps, when she felt the thin hairs on her arms and neck stand on end. Sensing the threat, she spun around guardedly to see Curtis’s face distorted by a diabolical grin. His eyes spiraling with darkness, there the last thing Chiri saw before the chilling claws of his shadows dragged her down into the gaping Abyss below her.

My self proclaimed 'puppy eyes'. He sighed, clenching his fists beside him. This had to be pure frustration and I was sorry for him, for myself. "Nikki Hood. One more mess up and you are out of my life. I promise." He said the words so calmly that it sent shivers up my spine. Chad Bush just promised. As cliche as it seemed, Chad was one of the men that never broke a promise. Knowing myself, there was absolutely no way I could keep up with not messing things up, it was like a personality, an inborn gift.

"Taxi?" Azaia answered immediately. As I expected, Ayesha burst out laughing again, almost sinking into the table. I just laughed in my mind too. "Well, welcome to the club Azaia! There is no thrill then. Since you do not have a lovelife * hiccup! * And no one has ever pop your cherry. Here is your chance to be with a man. HAHAHA!" Ayesha said while looking foolishly at Azaia.

One more white trash family to leave Chance I cannot resist staying to peek through the window to see Holden find her. I know I am taking a risk but I have to be able to see his pain. His pain over losing Mayson will be nothing but pure pleasure for me.

I yelled He wasn’t able to look me in the eyes, his face showed nothing but pity, and he pitted me. "Where is Khalil Rayan? Where is he? Tell me where he is." I yelled "I’m sorry." He mumbled I shook my head "No, no. You aren’t sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong did you?" I sniffed walking backward "Khalil is fine, I know he is, there isn’t anything wrong with him. He is fine, right Rayan?" I asked as tears streamed down my cheek "Right Rayan" I walked towards me "Tell me Khalil is me, tell me you are mistaken. Please tell me Khalil is fine." I whimpered

My shrill scream echoed through the room. With a sharp crack, my vision went black, and I nearly lost consciousness. “Please let me go. Tomorrow—no, I’ll leave Latia right now. I’ll disappear forever from Sam’s sight!” My voice was barely audible. The pain made my entire body spasm, and despair completely overwhelmed me. Isla let out a soft snort. “Only the dead can truly disappear. Continue!” The second finger was snapped. My whole body convulsed, cold sweat instantly soaking my clothes.

We all made mistakes and the life is always about a second chance because we have just one life. -Damien DAMIEN POV I looked at the girl sitting next to me on the passenger seat. Her platinum blonde hair were sticking on her face at weird angles. Rare colour of hair I must add. If I have forgotten her face or those haunting blue eyes then I should be lying. A part of me hated seeing tears in her doe eyes. But I am the beast for a reason.