Novel & Cerita Demi Dean

She never smiles like that at me, "House DeBlanc is almost Cartier level by now, so this is huge. You'll be even more famous, sweetheart." Dean has a huge social media following simply because he's cute and always posting his lavish, wealthy lifestyle. Me and Aiden are a lot more guarded about that. I don't even have any posts, all I do is stalk Lily. She has a lot of followers too, but most of them are people she actually knows.

He said, and walked away after winking at Nicole. Demi shrieked happily. “Finally, my dream is coming true. I'm going to be a model in E.F Entertainment!” She danced around. “He's not going to hire her, right?” Nicole whispered to herself, wondering if he knew the kind of person Demi was. “Poor Nicole, you'll watch me shine; watch me on top when you're still down here. You should respect me more. I'm now Easton Fernand's model. I'm sure you wouldn't even be able to achieve something like this before you die, so use your remaining days on earth to look up to me.” She chuckled and walked away.

"You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent" My lips formed a fine arc, my eyes staring intently at a man who was possibly in his early fifties. "Thanks, I'm very flattered by your words". The man chuckled, stroking his beard with his calloused hands. " This is Hugh Dean,you might not know him - but he was a legend during my time. "- Della stared at the man, the adoration in his eyes were so blinding - it was hard to ignore. "Mr Hugh, i have heard of him and certainly watched a few the movies he had directed. And they were all blockbusters."- I lied through my teeth.

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

Cause I sound so funny? "Anyway your cute, your voice is cute and I like it! You look so innocent." I blink twice. What did she just say? I'm cute, my voice is cute. And I look so innocent? Really? “By the way, I’m Celine Buenavista, and you are?” “I’m Eunice..." I added. "Hell.” “Hell as in H E L L?” “Yeah.” “Cool! Oh, wait... I think I’ve heard that before." She scratches her hair.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

After eating, Caleb and Diana returned to the bedroom to dress so she could face the crowd of female-hungry reds. She frowned at the meager selection in her closet—meager mostly because she worked out of her home or took a run on the wild side on the weekends in the woods sans clothes. “We should arrive early, don’t you think, Caleb?” Diana pulled a slinky emerald-green dress over her head. “I was going to wear black, but I’m not in the mood. What do you think?”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Demi tugged on to Delilah's lemon green dress. Delilah squatted down to Demi's position and smiled at the child she took care off. Demi was 4 when her parents went off grid because of loansharks, Taylor begged Delilah to watch Demi for her in return for a favor Delilah could not refuse. Two years later they were able to pay off their debt and live well again but Demi was already fond of Delilah.

Caroline said and dashed upstairs. Samantha took calculative steps forward and stood in front of the TV, blocking Demi's view. However, before she could say anything, Carmen ran into the room while holding her tablet. "Demi, you have to see this!" She breathed. Demi turned to her in panic. "What is it?" She asked. "It is your sister, she just posted a new article."