Classic Novels & Stories

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

she moaned. Marc, busy nibbling on her ear, chuckled, the sound vibrating her sensitive lobe. "Hey, Thad, isn't there a French expression for pleasure that involves dying?" Dark eyes, with a tiny pinprick of red, a color she'd come to appreciate as she now associated it with excitement and not pain, at least when Thad wore it, met hers. "Ah yes, la petite mort, an eloquent way of saying climax. Something you'll be enjoying several of."

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I asked Jarren, looking through the bibs. “They’re at the register.” Was his response. I shifted through the bibs before picking one that said, “Mommy’s Little Trouble Maker.” It was purpled with white writing. I was definitely getting it. I placed it in the basket before turning back to the wall. I found one that said, “I’m Cute, Just like My Daddy.” Knowing how true that would be, I laughed before showing it to Jarren.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

She has to accept it in one way or another. A beautician was doing their work on her face and hair as if it's her wedding, after layers and layers of makeup they helped her in wearing a beautiful dark sparkling gown. She stared at herself in the mirror and she gulped. The makeup was so much that it made her look mature and the confident heiress she is, the gown was sent by Titus, though his choice is beautiful as the dress look hefty expensive with all the real jewels embed in it and with this thought Leon's endearment rang in her head and she gulped.

We moved to the other side where the stairs are and proceeded for my room; when we reach the fifth room on the right, the template on the door read: 'R- 5'. Dad unlocked the door and once I saw my room, I was awestruck and impressed. It turned out way better than I expected it to be. The room gave me cabin vibes because of the types of furniture and all were made of wooden materials; the floorings were done with Parquet flooring, formed from short wooden blocks or strips arranged into a geometric pattern while the walls were covered with Rio wood.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Astrid said and scoffed. “ what do you mean ” Claudia glared at Astrid. “ oh you know what I mean sweetheart ” Astrid said smiling showing her sharp pointed fangs. “ both of you stop it ” Veronica flared up, she was tired of both giantess behaving like kids, when there is an serious matter. “ easy there gorgeous, don't frown it doesn't suit your pretty face ”. Claudia said and Veronica glared at her. “ what are you doing here, if you know you have nothing to do or say than to cause trouble you better leave ” Veronica said.

Her bow-shaped lips were painted in sand pink. Her naturally straight and smooth blonde hair was curled into beach waves and was dutch halo braid. She was wearing a white double zipper Korean style lapel crop top with short-sleeved high waist slim pencil pants. With her exquisite facial features, model-like tall, slender body, and her effortless sense of style, it's not a wonder she captivates attention. My smile only flattered when I saw her frustration-filled features. I think I have a very clear picture of why she is so infuriated.