Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

I was in Kola kitchen cooking when I received the first call. The gas was on, soft music was playing on the stereo which was connected to my phone Bluetooth, I was in comfy clothes which usually means one of Kola oversized t-shirts that look big on him and practically drowns me, I was dancing along to the song in a beat that made no sense, something I wouldn’t have done if Kola was present, as far as he is concerned, me and the music is one so I never go off beat… well, a girl has to keep some secrets.

So far. At Camp Unplugged, that isn’t the only scoop on the counselor. Rumor has it that, when Ms. Perfect was in her 20s, she was in love with a guy and tried to elope with him. Her mother, Mrs. Blanca, found out and ended the relationship by filing a restraining order on the guy. Ms. Perfect has remained single ever since.

, Lima said with a devious smile. “I know that smile too well. What is your good news?”, Dolores asked. “I need your forgiveness first, Mother”, Lima said in a small voice. Dolores smirked. “Holding something I want over me. I see my teachings are still in you. You are your mother’s daughter after all. You have my forgiveness, now spill”, she said. Lima smiled and sat beside her. “The Don is in town”, she said with a smile. “Okay which one?”, Dolores asked.

I haven’t ever had sex but trust me when I say imma make that man fight me for his prize because it left me all kinds of turned on and ready to kick everyone out of the room so I could see what all the hype is about. “Are you even listening” Vic asks harshly from the doorway. “No I was to busy thinking about your dick” Kimberly sputters, YS starts cackling like a fucking hyena and two guys I have yet to meet choke on their own spit as they try to compose myself. “The new Dona, she no filter” one of the new guys says through is thick Italian accent. “No she doesn’t, but you’ll get used to it” comes a familiar voice.

"You're not gonna believe your taste buds. You'll fall in love with me before you know it." "Goddess, Jordan! You do not flirt with your Luna." The older woman spoke for the first time. "I'm not. I'm just showcasing my culinary skills." Jordan shrugs in fake innocence. She ignores him and continues cleaning around the kitchen. "Well, lovely Sara, that was the fastest and simplest dish I could make since Océane wasn't giving me enough time." I looked down at the many plates that consisted of bacon, sausages, eggs, black pudding, baked beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and a cup of tea.

left a message, "Can anyone understand how I feel right now? I really want to kneel down for Zoey! That was just too cool!" "ZoeyDiamondFan" admired, "Zoey is like a goddess! Beautiful, with a beautiful voice, and great designs, and that kick was just perfect!" Ariana's fan club account "Ariana'sFanClub" retorted, "You guys should stop. Stop praising one and belittling another! Ariana is kind-hearted and often visits orphanages and nursing homes to do volunteer work." "ArianaFan" also spoke up, "No one is perfect! Ariana has already apologized. What more do you want? Don't you know Zoey had an incestuous abortion when she was a teenager?"

Only dread. She tried to speak once, her voice rough. “What is this for?” The seamstress with the pins in her mouth removed them just long enough to answer. “La sposa. The bride.” She said it simply, as if it explained everything. “I didn’t agree to this,” Rose whispered. Another seamstress hushed her with a quick shake of the head. “Do not speak. The Don wants perfection. Do not ruin it.” So she stayed quiet as they worked, though her stomach twisted tighter with each adjustment.

As the words escape from my lips another fresh set of tears spring out of my eyes and soon I fall asleep hugging my pillow. I am woken up by the constant knocking on my door and growl in frustration, "WHAT?" The person on the other side shouts back with a snicker "its training time miss perfect. As always late, I don't understand why are you even our trainer." My anger increases tenfold on the comment while my wolf Sasha tries to take over and rip the girl into shreds. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing to control my anger and then reply in a dark tone "Fuck off, Janice. And I want you in the field in 5 minutes."

Taking a deep breath, she climbed up the porch steps and knocked. For a very long moment, nothing, then, the door slowly opened by just an inch. One green eye, narrow and unreadable, peered through the slit. Then a slow, mocking grin. "Well, well," the voice drawled. "Look who finally crawled back to me." The door creaked open enough to reveal a tall woman in her late fifties. Evelyn Maddox was a beauty that had bloomed into something cold and harsh, like an ice-encrusted diamond left out in the snow.