Chica Novels & Stories

A young lady who might be in her early twenties came up to her with a huge smile on her face. “Mrs. Nnenna, how good to see you well and okay,” the lady said. Ada only nodded; she couldn’t be Mrs. Tolu, Ada thought, she was way too young to own such a huge salon. “Mrs. Tolu?” Ada asked “No, of course not, I am Chichi, your favorite hairdresser here,” Chichi said, surprised. “No, I mean, where is Mrs. Tolu?” Ada quickly added with a smile “Oh, I see, my madam with you as soon as she gets the message that you have arrived”, Chichi said

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

" said a woman who looked younger than me while still getting excited. I looked at Red and it's really true that Ate (older sister) was not mistaken in saying that my fiance is handsome. Redemon really attracts attention because of his body's build. When you look at Redemon, you'll really feel like singing "out of your league." But of course, because I'm Chelsea Leigh Garcia and soon to be Mrs. Chelsea Leigh Garcia Beunavista, I don't need to sing that because Red Caden Buenavista is only mine. I gently combed my hair behind my ear to show them my engagement ring. Yes sisters! Stop fantasizing because Red is only mine.

Phoebe left her hand and Nandini scurried away. Chiara’s friend asked, “ Chiara, this is so surprising. She hunted your Husband. Beware she is beautiful and best friend of your husband. There is something between them” Chiara laughed and uttered “I am Chiara D’Alberto, never forget that” she throw her glass of vodka on her friend’s face “Bitch!” Her friend muttered.

She had the perfect 34Ds, and a round ass and I didn't care to notice the rest. I raised an eyebrow and she turned fifty shades of red, "I'm Chiara Gambino." I nodded, "The Gambino family?" She beamed up at me, intertwining her hands before herself and shoving up her breasts even more, "Yup! So, I was thinking—"

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“This is Naomi.” Naomi was dressed in a short, figure-hugging gown that showcased her perfectly sculpted curves. Her black heels clicked lightly against the floor as she shifted, the short wig framing her face in soft waves. She smiled warmly at Amanda, a glint of confidence in her eyes. “And by my right,” Tamara continued, “we have Chipo, a sniper with a remarkable talent for breaching the most secure systems.” Amanda tilted her head and, in a playful tone, said, “Technologia.” The word rolled off her tongue with a teasing lilt, drawing laughter from everyone in the room.