Death To The Supermodels Novels & Stories

The elegant woman was dressed in a chic but homely dress, her long, lush raven hair was slightly curled at the ends which made her look both classy and casual at the same time and were spread lazily over her shoulders. This woman was the former queen of the modeling industry, Supermodel Nina Jonas, now Nina Jonas Walters, the Young Mistress of the Walter's family, beloved wife of Justin Walters, Mother of Emma Walters, the princess of the Walter's family and my, Selena's best friend, sister and boss, the largest shareholder of Globe Entertainment. Selena took off her coat and handed over to the serving maid standing beside her and gestured for her to hang it as she casually sat beside Nina a

In love that transcends death. She was killed by her husband. She was reborn a supermodel. But most importantly, she became herself. Rachel who died. Raven who hosted. Elara who lives. All combined. All real. All her. And that is the greatest victory of all. Not defeating Lucas. Not building foundation. Not creating family. Though all matter. All count. All represent triumph. The greatest victory is becoming herself. Fully. Completely. Without apology. Without question. Without doubt. She knows who she is. Mother. Wife. Survivor. Fighter. Woman who died and came back. Woman who turned tragedy into purpose. Woman who chose love over hate. Woman who built beautiful life from ashes of death.

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

Oh well, let’s go check in on Charmine first. In just a short period of time, the incident had become the major headline across all news channels. [12 International Supermodels Were Poisoned.] The caption read, [According to latest reports because of a disagreement between the models, Charmine Jordan poisoned 12 supermodels. This includes the world’s sexiest top model—Kelly Milan—the nation’s favorite girl next door, Tiffany Jordan, and the fiery Eunice Kerr. The number of models affected is twelve in total. At the moment, all twelve models have received a full body check at the hospital. Apart from Tiffany Jordan, all the models are calling for Charmine to be sentenced to jail and have also

Sensing my arrival, she smiled faintly before speaking. "I thought you'd leave me behind and disappear for good. Look, this is the room you once stayed in." She suddenly smiled wryly. "The sunlight here isn't good at all. He lied to me about everything. I was so foolish to have believed his nonsense about having cancer. I completely lost my head…" Her voice choked up as she spoke. "Do I still have a chance?" She looked at me, eyes full of pleading. "I'm going abroad. If everything goes well, I might never come back." I placed a thermos of soup on the table and stood up.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

SassyDuck42: Dr. Roman’s ex-girlfriend is dying. She probably went to that business club to see him one last time. MemeFiesta: She must really be desperate. Without money for treatment, she’s going to die. Soon after, my past with Roman was exposed. Our once-sweet campus romance was made public. MidnightNova: They were so in love and always together. I never believed those rumors about Celeste. BreadOverload: Me neither. There has to be a reason. They were together for eight years. No way she just walked away from him.

She signed a contract til death do us part. Nowhere in her Death Contract was it outlined that she had to endure the political drama, the social drama, the jealousy drama, the arrogant drama, or the judgemental drama. As her feet hit the mat over and over she felt herself pounding the much needed changes into herself. She wasn’t going to entertain the ridiculous understudies of this wealthy world of socialites that she now belonged to simply by association. The came at her like she was clueless and they could push her around and do as they pleased with her.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

They did that mainly because they'd created an underground organisation which would smoothly sell life threatening drugs, to which over an hundred and fifty clinically admitted people died from by the way. ‎"No, no, no, they wouldn't... my parents wouldn't..." My heart started to race as my vision blurred altogether. The more I convinced myself that I was being told a lie, a cooked up story, the more those words felt true and that I was the one lying instead. ‎"Intelligent, I admired them, but that was just crossing the line. We decided to get them back for it, but what do you know, they'd planned to end their lives and the lives of their two daughters that night."