Dream Chica Novels & Stories

First date. The lunch with Jeremy White was going to be her real first date. Chandra had to keep telling herself to take deep breaths as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She’d just finished braiding her long hair, now resting over her right shoulder. Her face was made up naturally with peachy blush, light smoky eyes, long lashes, and rosy lipstick. She wore a floral summer dress that came down to just above her knees. She was just finishing washing her hands when Soriya and Dara walked in through the door.

You are hot and beautiful that all that guy want to have you" She whispered licking her lips sexually making me laugh. She told me to get dressed and let's go out, after some minutes I get dressed and follow her. I don't feel like going out but I know my friend will never take no for an answer. First, we went to the cinema to watch the latest movies that are available, then we go for shopping, after that we branch the restaurant to fill our stomach because I am so hungry and at the same time I am so tired. After the whole day of watching movies at the cinema, shopping, eating, and all other things we did, we end up on the couch in Stacy's apartment been tired and exhausted.

life. It can resemble to anyone's life who has just started career or college or anything new. Bringing you all "New girl in the city". This story might resemble some stories or with any of your friends life real story but trust me I just started writing it randomly thinking when a girl arrives in a new city for fulfilling her dreams and aspirations what all she goes through. Aanchal is one such girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai. Hope you all will enjoy her journey.

said Cynthia but Damon didn't respond . " Damon ." she exclaimed waving her hand in front of his face . " Arh ya sorry i just got lost ." exclaimed Damon .Cynthia shook her head like shinchan . " Dress is nice isn't it ...you were right red suits me ." said Cynthia looking at herself in the mirror . " Yeah you look pricesly like shinchan ." said Damon . " Damon seriously when have you seen shinchan wearing a one pice short dress ." snapped Cynthia . " He wears red doesn't he ." answered back Damon .

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

Even when I was Luna to Tristan, I’d never had 6 people working on me at the same time. “Stop sweating, or your makeup will melt!” he scolded. I gave him an awkward smile. “Sorry… I’m just not sure I can pull this off.” “Well, you HAVE to pull it off,” he said dramatically. “Do you even know who was supposed to be on Ora’s show tonight? Celeste Marlowe! At the very least, you’ve got to outshine her!” Oh, great. Celeste Marlowe—last year’s Sexiest Woman Alive.

Familiar in a way that made my chest ache. “I know this feeling,” I murmured. Mark’s voice lowered. “From where?” I swallowed. “My dreams.” The word settled between us. Josh did not speak. Mark’s hand brushed mine, not grabbing, not stopping. Anchoring. “What kind of dreams?” he asked. “The ones I never remember fully. The ones that leave me waking with my heart racing and my hands shaking like I touched lightning.” The ground pulsed again. Stronger. The air shifted. Leaves above us trembled though the wind had not moved.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

In a flat tone, I replied, "She's free to bid all she wants. Consider it her way of contributing to charity." After the charity dinner ended, I headed toward the parking lot. It was pouring. A heavy storm had broken out in the night. Even so, Alissa ran out in the open, breaking right through the bodyguards who tried to hold her back. She was completely drenched by the rain. Her fringe clung to her forehead, and she looked like a complete mess. Through the rain, I could hear her sounding exceptionally broken and pathetic as she yelled, "Stan! Stanley Fisher! What do I have to do for you to forgive me? I'll return everything to you. I'll give you everything I have as long as you come back to

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"