Chichi Novels & Stories

Spicy steak, mashed potatoes and corn, sour cream and bread, and fresh juice made from real fruits My typical supper in no man’s land consisted of bread and smoked rabbit meat. I leaned closer to Nix and whispered, too shy to say it out loud, “I hadn't felt this stuffed in a long time.” “Then I shall fill your appetite until you’re knocked down.” Nix teased and sliced a big chunk of meat from his plate and placed it on my plate.

~• Darika's first trimester:- "Honey! Choose one name from these", Darika was rubbing her flat tummy and asked Arthit who was busy reading medical files. Arthit raised his eyebrow but didn't reply to her. Darika smiled and started saying the names- Momos, Mushroom, Apple, Pear, chicky, chamcham. Arthit: (˘･_･˘) Arthit: "What's chicky?" Darika: "Oh short name of chicken"

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Mia glanced through the menu. “I will go with a mild, less sugary dessert.” she said. “And you, Miss. Amber?” Kate asked after writing down their orders on her tabloid. “Fried chips and coffee.” I said and she left. “Seriously? Is that what you want to eat?” Isabella raised a brow. “Well, it’s not her fault. Early days in Chase bank have made her forget better meals.” Mia smirked, muttering the words as though she was a pope, I smirked.

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Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

He always referred to Phoenix as his mate. “See something you like?” I asked and she looked up at me and smiled. “Everything. I love Italian. How about you?” “Oh yeah I see something I like.” With a toothless grin. She rolled her eyes. I laughed and said, “I want the veal parmesan.”

Piper The hall feels stifling, the sheer size of it doing nothing to calm my nerves. Everywhere I turn, there’s a woman stronger, taller, or more confident than me.I can’t stop shifting from one foot to the other, the name tag pinned to my chest feeling more like a mark of humiliation than identification. Piper, it reads in bold, cursive letters. Around me, twenty-nine other women chatter, stretch, and eye the weight racks like predators circling their prey.

I’ve only seen Tilly twice in my life, she is sort of a ‘on call witch’ who moved about the three northern packs when she is needed. As a child I was terrified of her. She is really tall for a witch, I think she’s about 6 foot and as she is slender and graceful it is almost majestic to watch her. She has a penchant for wearing a lot of white so I remember her looking like a graceful swan, stoic and calm on a lake.

The bitch didn't get the message. She tilted her chest to display her tiny breast through the low-neck crop top she was wearing. Her breasts were supposed to be on the show but let me tell you, all I saw was her flat chest Her boobs can’t even reach the first b in the spelling of boobs. Don't call me mean. I’m just being truthful. If she wasn't so dumb, she'd know that Lucian didn't want her around but she didn't get the message so I decided to do the honors.