Chichi Novels & Stories

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

I asked looking down at my phone to see I had a message from Roxy Roxy🦋: so how is it 👀 Me: we aren't even at the restaurant yet calm down 😂😂 "We're going to that new Italian restaurant PiaSana" "I'm pretty sure you pronounced that wrong" I said laughing "Mane what ever you know what I meant" Zzzz Zzzz "Who is that Roxy or Te texting you" Cam asked glancing at me "Roxy" I said playfully rolling my eyes Roxy🦋: is it a date

Her nostrils flared and her brows knitted. Lilly stood there nervously as guilt rushed through her veins. Her brown waves covered half of her face and her emerald eyes were lowered. "What are you doing here ?" Champagne stood up harshly and the chair scraped against the floor making Lilly take a step back. "I..." Lilly lifted her head to explain and finally her sister noticed the scar on her face. It was vertical across her cheek with blood dried on it. Champagne's eyes roamed all over Lilly's body, she had on a blue sundress that was all dirty and her body was covered in scratches.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

A waiter arrived and was about to place menus in front of us when Ace stopped him, "We don't need those. We'll take two quesadillas and the lady will have a margarita and I'll have a brandy and coke." The waiter saunted off, leaving me alone with Ace once more. He was probably a constant at this place since he knew exactly what he wanted and by the amount of people inside, I knew the food must have been good. One Spanish song after another played, a soothing beat that easily flowed and had my body swaying in my seat. It was a beat that wrapped around my bones, begging me to move with it. "What's on your schedule tomorrow?" Ace asked, drawing my attention to him.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Troy called Juicy at two but she told him that she had fallen behind because of something to do with micro braids, but it was ok because she had charged the heffa two hundred thirty dollars. "Did you stop to eat?" "No time. These micro braids are whipping my ass." He didn't know what a micro braid was but he wasn't happy to hear that she'd been going non-stop since eight that morning. "I'll bring you something to eat." "McDonald's? There's one around the corner." She gave him her order and then the other ladies wanted him to bring them something and soon he found that he had to go to the ATM to withdraw some cash. When he reached Juicy's apartment he was laddened down with two large sack

"Maybe we can come up with something while cooking," I don't want to protest, because I know, even with very simple and few things, Jayce can make things so delicious and alluring. Who knows that better than me? "How about some ice cream," I said, as we cruised to the frozen food aisle. "What's Grace's favorite? "She likes every flavor, but chocolate is her favorite." "So, chocolate for her, vanilla for me and Daniel, and what flavor do you like the most?" Jayce seemed disheartened by the words, as his face changed all of sudden from smiling to serious in mere seconds. "You don't know," he mumbled, the voice sounded as if he was speaking to himself rather than to me.

The week spent next to Kit was a mixture of hell and heaven for Tom. And a source of mass of pleasant, funny and funny memories. Keith is at McDonald's, watching the double hamburgers floating past on trays with her round eyes, and says that she might be a vegetarian tonight. And he orders… chicken salad. In her opinion, it's quite vegetarian :) The whale follows his spit flying into the river with a touching look. “Always wanted to spit off the Brooklyn Bridge,” she shares. — Even if the bridge is not the same, but still the feeling is awesome ... Come on, who is next?

My mama wept as she stepped next to my pater . I inwardly moaned and watched as she threw her arms around Leon. I watched him warily to see how he'd reply. He did n’t vacillate or look uncomfortable. He encircled his arms around her and hugged her back. My heart fluttered, and I scowled at them. “ You must come and have regale with us, ” mama claimed as she beamed up at him. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as her eyes danced between us both. I chortled to myself. Oh, I ca n’t stay to tell her. “ Thank you. I would love to. ” He smiled at her. “ Perfect, ” she beamed at Leon, “ Joe, take me to the store. I ’m going to make my notorious spaghetti, ” she chir