Christina Milian Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Chris raises his head from the pile of paper he is reading. The minute Mia sits on the sofa beside Chris, he wraps his arm around her shoulder. “More than enough,” Jack smirks. “First of all, she lied about her family background. She is not the daughter of a respected college professor in Canada as she claimed. Her real name is Casey Brown. It is true that she is from Canada. But both her parents were drug dealers who overdosed when she was a kid. She took shelter in her aunt who was also a drug dealer.”

It was also obvious to Maria that she seemed to believe Emilia's actions. "M-thank you very much for the welcome. I promise that I will not abandon Vlad. I am working for our future and for Vlad's company as well." "Soon, you will be Mrs. Williams. We will both be carrying." Maria's laugh was gentle. "From Ms. Gray to Mrs. Williams." Emilia almost fainted when she heard what Maria said. "Are you all right?" "You are Ms. G—Gray?" "My surname is really gray because of my dad. My eyes come from him. He has blue eyes. He was a retired US Navy and met Mama in Subic."

" Sienna smiled. Mila looked at Sienna with a heavy heart as she struggled to find the right words to say. Sienna had the feeling that Mila was on the verge of something, so she asked, "What's the matter? Do you have something else on your mind?" Mila forced a smile. Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. "Sienna, can you be Nathan's friend?" Sienna looked surprised. "He's a general in the Norvanian military and I'm just a commoner. How am I supposed to befriend him? You are overestimating me."

Sika, was another one who wasn't there when I came because she had a visitor. Miranda was no different from Sika. Sika looked an awful lot like a Samoan. Her naturally tan skin, her dark eyes, the all black hair and tattoos said it all. Miranda was Latina. Your typical feisty Latina. She had long brown hair, pretty eyes but with a dangerous look planted on her face, letting you know, you shouldn't mess with her. Both of them actually.

The good genes ran in both Milo and Tatiana. I saw photos of them on the internet and they looked so good together. They were both very attractive and closer in age than Milo and I would ever be. Tatiana was a former supermodel and she was exactly like how Irina had explained Milo liked his women. She was truly gorgeous. If I was Milo and I lost her, I would do everything possible to try and replace her as well. The only difference was that I looked nothing like Tatiana. I was short, I had curves, and my facial structures weren't built like those of a model.

Whatever Rowan had to say, it was necessary. In the quiet of my office, Rowan closed the door behind him and stood at attention. His tone was measured but grave as he began to speak. “I’ve been digging into Milana’s past, Alpha, as you requested. She comes from the XXX Pack. She was registered as an omega there.” Omega. The word left a bitter taste in my mouth. It didn’t make sense. “Go on,” I said, my voice low.

Sandra said, interrupting whatever conversation was about to happen between Melissa and Christina. Truthfully, she was a bit disappointed when she saw Christina. Not only was she an Omega, but she also looked quite plain. Her emerald green eyes looked sunken, and she was very scared as they darted around everybody in the room. Her skin was tanned, not the porcelain skin she desired in young women, and her hair looked quite normal—dark chocolate.

a woman’s voice came from the doorway. Milena stepped inside. She had stayed with the Abramovs until her daughter returned—though it had taken a long time to persuade her. Seeing how much his father was suffering, Kirill had done everything he could to convince the woman to remain. She looked nothing like Vera. There were faint similarities in their features, but they were barely noticeable. Milena had light ash-blonde hair and blue eyes, while Vera’s hair was dark chestnut and her eyes sometimes seemed almost black. The two women were so different that no one would ever guess how closely related they were.

“It’s only a one-time photo shoot, Camila.” “Why did you offer me a large amount of cash then?” I look at her longer when the traffic light turns red. She’s so beautiful than ever with a makeup-free face. The freckles scattering around her nose bridge make looks her fresh and enticing. Her brown eyes are filled with intensity and questions. The more I look at her, the more I’m drowning in her beauty. I heard from Kyland that her mom is half Latina and half American. My mom is half Italian and half American, but I didn’t get Mom’s color.

"She's nobody! Why shouldn't I do whatever I want? Rafael, if you don't mind your business, I'll make sure you and your grandfather don't leave here alive." Having said that, he leveled the gun at Rafael's arm. Millie shook her head, silently begging them to stop. This whole nightmare had started because of Natalie. If Rafael got hurt or something went wrong, how could they ever make amends? Just as Colin was about to pull the trigger, Rafael shouted, "Colin, do you even know who she is? That's Millie Caldwell! She's the heiress of the Caldwell family from Yerwick!" Millie's breath hitched as Rafael revealed her identity. Fear gnawed at her.