Chiara Bautista Short Story Novels & Stories

Isabella’s POV Chiara left the cashmere blanket on the glass coffee table. "I..." Chiara began, taking a hurried step backward toward the double doors. "I should go. I will tell Mama about the lilies. I am sorry to have disturbed you both." She turned, her hand reaching blindly for the brass handle to make her escape. I let out a quiet sigh. Irene’s sharp warnings echoed loudly in my mind, ‘Something feels so wrong about her, Isabella.’

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Chiara grabbed the remote and paused it before the autoplay hit. “What did we just watch?” she said. “Poor Nick didn't get a chance,” I said pouting. “Ugh. This is why I watch rom-coms. No one ends up framed for murder in Sidelined.”, Chiara said. She acts so innocent for someone whose father is a killer. “Nice, we would watch ghost movies next time,” Carlo teased. Everyone laughed. She shouldn't have chosen the movie. The female lead and I have the same missions. That just ignited the rising fire in me. Like a dry forest floor in the summer sun.

The late spring morning air was warm and sticky as Mia stepped out onto the driveway of their family home, her body already humming with secret anticipation. At twenty-two, she had the kind of figure that made her stepbrothers steal glances whenever they thought no one was looking — full, perky breasts that bounced slightly with each step, a slim waist, and wide, juicy hips that filled out her tight khaki hiking shorts. The thin white tank top she chose clung to her skin, her hard nipples clearly outlined because she had skipped wearing a bra on purpose. Her long dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, ready for the hike ahead.

The blood drained so quickly she looked almost translucent. Across from her, Chiara leaned back, one manicured hand lifting her own phone. As she scrolled, her expression shifted — irritation, then amusement, then cruel delight. A smirk curved her crimson-painted lips. “Well,” she drawled, “it looks like you’re just as useless as Beatrice.” She pushed her chair back, the legs scraping softly against the marble floor. “I’m not even finishing this coffee,” she added with a cold laugh. “Call me when you actually manage to accomplish something.”

~88~ Chiara As we watched the event downstairs. Lia Bianchi walked in, shining like the brightest star in the sky. She took a glass from a passing by waiter. Regality and confidence oozed from her, something that she was suppressing because of her stupid worthless piece of shit ex husband, Bormann. Even his name sounded bitter in my mouth.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho