Novel & Cerita Chica

A man came out from the gates "dove stai andando? Andiamo dentro (where are you going? Let's go inside)" "Wait, wait. I was just helping this beautiful lady she asked me how to go to your house" Grandma said pointing at me. The man looked at me with his eyebrows in thin line. " Non darle quello sguardo che non è qui per te. Ha detto che voleva parlare con i Villafuencas (Don't give her that look shes not here for you. She said she wanted to talk to the Villafuencas)"

Jacob said Yeah....yay

"She likes you, fucking smile," Azu said under his breath while maintaining a smile for the women. Kachi lifted his lips slightly before turning away from the slim dancer he'd been watching earlier. He couldn't see much of her face, but her eyes seemed to be accentuated by the red of her mask. Her brown eyes were like pools of molten chocolate and he'd felt uncomfortable looking into their depths. "You can do better." Chike knocked their legs together and Kachi scowled at his friend.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

I snap. .

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

“Hey, love. Why ask me questions? Let’s go to your room.” She shot a look into the room she’d just come out of, then yanked me towards mine. I barely got a word in. I decided to just ignore it for now. This isn’t unusual. One of those friends I mentioned is Chiara Perez. Also in the glorious A-class. Though she’s a beta. She doesn’t have to deal with heat or being moved by someone’s pheromones. Rich too. But unlike Chelly, Chiara is an angel. “WHERE DID THAT BITCH GO?” I heard someone yell as I unlocked my door, and Chiara pushed me in. She slammed the door behind us and leaned against it.

Her name tag reads Beatrice. Beatrice smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not like we’ll have to bother with this nonsense. Our priority is Alpha Elijah, not some crying pup to babysit.” A ripple of agreement passes through the room, and another woman, tagged as Dahlia, a petite woman with icy blue eyes, chimes in with a smug smirk. “Besides, isn’t it ironic? Luna Serena, the great example, chose herself over her son, didn’t she? That’s the story we’ve all heard. Practice what you preach.”