Chica Novels & Stories

I smiled at her red face and said, "Sorry Chubby I am just kidding" She hit my shoulder playfully and said, "Thank God we are not men, if you were then I swear there would be tons of girls waiting there in front of your penthouse". I laughed at her statement and replied " Even being a woman I can swoon whoever I want chubby whether a girl or boy". Again she turned red. I scooped her shoulder to walk out of my office.

Judy replied smoothly. Chika sat completely frozen, his mind scrambling to process the sheer absurdity of the data. Was an elite mafia princess genuinely offering to drop her rank to become a subordinate house servant inside our compound? Was her inner wolf completely out of its tactical mind?

With so little of it, the mark above is hardly visible. "Luna, whomever you are, just keep that secret from your history." His pale eyes were filled with resentment. He returned his focus to work when the girl's face seemed to be enjoying her slumber. —————–———— "These knuckleheads! They should have made a carpet or something for their VVIP!" Chiara was whining once again. Her stiletto heels dug into the white sand with each step, yet she managed to stroll gracefully while delicately raising her white Prada purse with her left hand. She seemed to be a Hollywood model stranded on an unexplored island.

"So how're you enjoying school? Made any friends yet?" Chito laughed happily, his eyes narrowing almost into slits. He and Mia looked nothing like each other. It was odd because Chito looked Asian, with his black hair and slanted eyes while Mia looked like a European with her red hair and green eyes. Lord, but she was a beauty. "Have I made any friend yet?" He scoffed and leaned back in the bed. "I've made quite a number of them already, especially with the ladies." His smile was from ear to ear.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

I needed to disappear before anyone saw the tears streaming down my face. “You should’ve bitten her head off” - Lara says “I know” - I let out. I walk into the bathroom and start the shower while I look at myself in the mirror before it starts to steam up. I am just a regular girl. I don’t have many curves, I have muscle and I am a fighter. My hair is long and dark against my porcelain skin. My eyes are grey and they get darker with the weather. But hey. Doesn’t everyone’s?

asked Anjani, making Arsya spontaneously turn towards him with his eyebrows raised. "Chika?" Arsya seemed stingy to remember anything. "Can I see the picture? I have a friend named Chika not just one. So I don't know which Chika you're referring to." Arsya clearly made Anjani immediately thrust her phone screen into Arsya's face, showing Arsya a photo of a woman named Chika. "Ah, that's Chika my college friend in Jakarta. You don't know him? She's one campus with we," said Arsya who apparently knew the figure of Chika that Anjani meant.

Ellaine figured out that there were still no jeepneys, tricycles, and cars. “What people of your world wanted here was antiquity. They loved the olden days and preserved them here.” Margarette said when she asked her why there were no vehicles. It was such a very good thing that pixies grow fast. Yntreia was already the size of a toddler when they were on their second day of their journey. She can already walk on her own and can speak a few words in English, save for the times she sang songs in her native tongue. Unfortunately, she got tired easily and slept most of the time that Ellaine still had to carry her.

Derofort⁶ A chilling wind touched the brunette’s skin as her eyes opened. Everything was still blurry until she blinked a couple of times and her hazel eyes widened in shock upon seeing where she was. There she laid on the Carter lake house’s front porch. Her night just became weirder.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.