Chica Cute Novels & Stories

Well he can’t really say much with the baggy clothes she’s wearing. She is not tall. And she is a little bit chubby. Jasper shook his head at that thought. Nope! She is not a little bit chubby. She is very chubby. The only thing he likes about her right now is her beautiful smile that Tia seem to have fallen in love with.

If she had arrived any later, would Chiara have already tied Jonah down with every trick in the book? Chiara did not keep her waiting for long. She arrived dressed in a pink, frilly, doll-style dress. It was the kind you would see in vintage tea party fashion. “Sorry, Iv, I’m late. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she said with an apologetic smile. With her current look and delicate features, she gave off the full effect of a sweet and cute girl. If Ivanka did not know she was Chiara, she probably would have been impressed by the cuteness of the girl, as it was not very often she saw girls like that.

Carissa remarked, observing her thoughtfully. There was something different about Chaya, unlike the other concubines' daughters. She didn't have Celeste's seductive allure, Carmen's prideful strength, or Cecilia's quiet sorrow. She was just sweet. Her eyes were full of light, as if untouched by the darkness surrounding her.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

“Like... TikTok famous good.” Clarita rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She already thinks she’s the reincarnation of Shakira.” “Please, I’m more Dua Lipa,” claire said, removing an earbud without missing a beat. Dante strolled in just then, fresh from the gym, towel over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso in all the ways that made Jullie’s brain betray her professionalism. He glanced at her. “You’re still here?” “She lives here,” Clarita muttered.

Chick looks at her then the picture then lowers their eyes, “I’m sorry. I was curious and I shouldn’t have been.” Celine smiles and clicks her fingers, making her top and trousers disappear, leaving her in her underwear, to show Chick her scars. Chick comes over to her and strokes the marks gently. She looks at Celine with an odd look, Celine smiles sadly at them,

We'd made it this far—maybe this time, nothing would blow up. And I needed to see who that girl was. "Let's go." I followed her out. Cold wind hit me like a slap as we jumped into the app-booked ride. Felicity kept replaying the PI's video, looping it nonstop. The girl's silhouette... weirdly familiar. I leaned in. Felicity whispered, "Lydia... that back kinda looks like you." I stared. Yeah, it kinda did. But with how wild she got last time, I wasn't about to feed that fire.

"Isn't that right, sweetheart?" "What Mom does is interesting," she replies. "I want to be able to help people." "Like bandage me up when I punch Sebastian in the face?" I chuckle. "Like bandage you up when you punch Sebastian in the face," she agrees. "And what about you, Elsie?" I ask before taking a bite of pizza. I had considered this for dinner. I'd have to go for something healthier now. I always allow for one cheat meal a day. It's not like I couldn't work it off.

“Hey, babe! Took you long enough.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~Chiara. “Jess?” I called softly. She stood there, barefoot, hair a little too oily to pass as a ‘lazy Saturday morning .’ Her smile—God—her smile was too wide, too bright. “Hey, Chiara! You look like sunshine as usual,” she said, pulling me into a bear hug .

That’s a problem for future-Alicia. ********* Chiara is exactly like I’d imagined her to be. She would have been perfect for the lead role in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. My instant dislike of her is mutual. Because this is a first dress fitting and I’m definitely not going to be standing naked or dressed in only underwear in front of her, or any strangers. I make sure to wear tight, high-rise exercise shorts and a sports bra. She can see my back markings only, nothing else.