Novel & Cerita Dream Chica

Yes, Danika is bitchy, but she is more human when her mother is not around. “Jake, what are you doing?” I look behind to see Danika, stepping out of her room, wearing a sexy black dress that hugged her curves. She looked beautiful. She hadn’t put in a lot of effort but she looked great. She has been very meek around me after our little encounter in the green room. “I have to take you for your dinner date with that prince.” I tell her and she just rolls her eyes before grabbing her purse and heading out. Yes, her mom finally convinced me to let Danika go out on a date, because according to her that grandpa is supposedly Danika’s soulmate.

I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome. My friends were also dancing with a few guys so I continued dancing until I turned around facing him. He looked into my eyes removing a strand of my hair that was in my face. I was wearing a 16 inches black pixie curls wig installed by Chidera. I knew I looked good. "What's your name?" His deep voice rang through my ear making me shiver. "Christiana, you? "I answered loudly as they started playing Mafa Mafa by DMW, the whole club went crazy.

Her mother had insisted they go out together but she had feigned stomach cramps to avoid going with her when her mother left home after delaying for about 20 minutes, Elena snuck out and drove as fast as she could praying that Anthony hadn't given up on her, thankfully there was no traffic on the road. Now she sat facing him, she remembered her dream and blushed. Anthony, on the other hand, tried to make simple conversation, he already figured out that she was the shy type so he tried his best to make light conversation with her. When she relaxed more, he complimented her look which earned him a smile. "Fried rice and chicken," Elena said to the waitress when she came to their table "Same wi

The partying went on all night. It had started really early for Jake and his friends. By now, Jake was drunk and all his friends had managed to get to the club. Disco lights flickered through out the empty dance floor. "You know what fellas," Jake said with a drunken voice, "when I met that Dohana chick, I thought she was the one. But it turns out, she's just another one of them LA hotties. Same god damn hairstyle, same dresses, same behaviour. I'm tired of this shit."

that said 🍄 🍄 🍄 We arrived at the place with Jake girlfriend behind us. I was still shocked that it was her, I didn't remember the name at first but now I do. She was my rival Melissa Brandon, such a drama Queen. I was trying hard not to show my anger but Dave caught me red handed. "You don't look happy" he said "I am" I faked a smile "You don't like Melissa, don't you?" He asked "She my rival" I said "You mean you and Alice rival" he said

“For tonight, you can call me Cassandra.” The name stabbed at Caspian’s ears, leaving him momentarily frozen. This woman, with all the meticulous details Damian had arranged, bore an uncanny resemblance to Cassandra. Her makeup, her blonde hair, even the university cheerleader uniform she wore—it all mirrored the woman who haunted Caspian’s dreams. “I heard you’ve been too busy with work,” the woman continued with a flirtatious smile. She began to dance, her movements light, eerily similar to what Caspian had once seen Cassandra do during a basketball game. “I’m here to cheer you up.”

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

“Are you supposed to be here?” “We’re the new girls,” Christina said. “Cocktail waitresses,” I added quickly. “We’re supposed to start today.” “Ah, Gary finally replaced that tramp with the shitty nose job who kept stealing our tips,” the woman said. “I’m Cheryl. The stage name is Cherry. Don’t forget it. And you…” She turned to Christina. “You’re sure you’re not a new dancer?” “Not yet,” Christina said coyly. “I don’t have any experience on stage. Apparently, that means I need some kind of trial run.”

She said, "Ms. Webster, you may not know Jeremy, but I was once his fiance. I can tell you, he's not a good person." At the word "fiance", Skye, who had been expressionless the whole time, finally showed a hint of surprise as her eyes swept over Kayleigh.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.