Chasity The Charity Case Novels & Stories

If I wasn't mistaken it looked like everything in this garden was exotic. "This is Mazaya." Isabella said introducing me to The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals..I had forgot that she was even near me. "Omg. It is so nice to meet you. I'm Chasity but you can call me chas." Chasity The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals said. I looked up at Chasity as she smiled. She was so energetic and beautiful to. With her brown hair and hazel eyes. Her look fit with what type of God she was.

So she had to re-think. How come I'm just thinking about that now? She asked herself. Charity was the seventh child of Uncle Kay, (short for Kayode) She was a bit chubby and light skinned, a beautiful girl with artificial long nails and eye lashes. She was surprisingly the same height with Cookie and looked intimidating but Cookie likes her. Charity looks neat and always added effort to look beautiful. It was the reason why her face was always caked with makeup unlike Cookie who was always on nude makeup or nothing.

She had to do something to come back to the spotlight, and there was just one thing to do: make sure that Alita and Benson broke up. The first step would be to visit them, and then the rest of the pieces would fall in place and at the end of the day, she would be back in his life and back to her fame and luxury. She knew her presence at the house would stir up paranoia that she would definitely explore and expand. She was a woman, and she knew how she would feel when her man’s ex showed up at her front door. While planning her visit, Charity hired a private investigator to dig at Alita's life so she would have points of weakness to strike her with so she would have no choice but to live.

he replied. He stopped and looked at me and we both burst out laughing. He was a real charmer. Always able to change the mood. I liked that about him. "So, tell me about yourself" He asked "Well, I'm Kiara, I've been in this mansion for a month and a few days and some of those days were spent in the cells where I was constantly tortured. You know what? Let me rewind. At first, I was happy and content with my life. My parents were still alive, my mate was too. I was just me. But then, your father killed everyone I ever loved and made me watch. He forced me to bow but I resisted and he named me a prisoner and I was forced to compete in an actual Decima. I won obviously, I was last man standing

I gave an answer very similar to the one I gave Tasha. "Fuck off" I say and turn back to my hot chocolate, what's wrong with these people. (Who's the new guy! Uh-Oh, sometimes you just wake up in a bad mood but what do u think made Alex this angry. Tell me what you think would happen next)

Now, that I'm looking st her closely, she had gray eyes. A grin flashed onto my lips but didn't make it obvious enough. "No, it's nothing," I said. "Sorry, I must have made a mistake. I thought you were my friend," I lied. And once she turned her back on me, she immediately walked away and disappeared from my sight. Damn, she looked like a living angel. What the fuck was she doing in this kind of place? Why is she working here? Fuck, Rome Daveid Montezur... what are you thinking? And why do you care?

In different spots she was able to see there was some kind of design on it Cassie called the girls to come and eat then she went back to going threw the articles. ÈMITCHELL TWIN'S ACCUSED OF DEVIL WORSHIPPING. Cassie read. Cassie picked up the article and looked at the picture before reading the article. "Nathan don't open that box!" Cassie yelled at him. "Why not?" Nathan asked coming over to see what was wrong. Cassie showed him the picture. It was hand drawn it showed about eight women on a black carpet that had a pentagram on it circling a depiction of the devil. The box was on a table open.

“I planted cherries in the garden because there were still a few seeds, I planted them until they were done and then came in. Are you worried about me?” Daisy asked happily. “Humph, go in.” Atlas scolded, the scene just now made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest, but he didn’t admit that he was worried about her. “Okay, let me push the wheelchair for you.” Daisy, her mind was spinning, she stood up and pushed the wheelchair for him again. When she saw Dalziel standing in front of the door, she retracted her smile and quickly pushed the wheelchair past him.

They were my life, and they were all that kept me grounded when everything else felt like it was in the wind. For a few minutes longer, Sarah and I chatted, her notes full of good-natured ribbing and news of the kids. It felt good to laugh, to talk about things that didn’t matter, like Caleb’s recent obsession with superhero movies or how Charlotte thought she could braid her own hair (spoiler: it didn’t end well) For a moment, I felt normal. For that moment, I was simply Beatrice Emberlyn—the woman who had clawed and scratched to survive, who had built a life for herself, away from the darkness of her past.

" The voice of Axel Payne—Carl's close friend—echoed through the cracks in the wall. I froze mid-step, caught off guard for a second. As the most powerful Alpha in the Eastlands, Carl ruled over an empire of businesses. To keep his dealings private, his castle was riddled with hidden chambers. Moments later, the sound of something shattering echoed through the air again. Axel continued, "What do you mean you only ever loved Fiona? Maybe Daisy was just some Rogue you dragged in from the Borderlands, but she's spent years being a decoy, and she's never let you down!