Fnia Chica Novels & Stories

I am now reacting to his voice even though I’m sick as hell? “You know, I deserve better than this. I applied to be a Victoria secret model and definitely should not be treated like this.” She says, pouting hard that I couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. Please. Victoria Secret future model, can you get the soup from the kitchen?” Adonis asked sarcastically. I watched her stomp out of the room cutely but still left. She might not look like Chloe. Well she didn’t. Tata is seventeen, deep brown doe eyes, long honey blonde hair, thin lips, really tall and slim for her age, sassy but the sweetest and oh yeah. The pain in Chloe’s flat ass.

Appearances were deceiving. I opened my fried chicken and set it out on plates, then set about dressing my salad with the vinaigrette. We opened all the containers one by one, setting them out. Ashton and Zayn had brought all the other food, which consisted of mini sausage burgers, salsa with chips and chicken noodle salad. Melisa had brought along fresh fruit, understandable as she seemed to live on fruit. No wonder the girl had skin like peaches and cream. Zayn and Ashton left to get the drinks out of the fridge.

Phoebe left her hand and Nandini scurried away. Chiara’s friend asked, “ Chiara, this is so surprising. She hunted your Husband. Beware she is beautiful and best friend of your husband. There is something between them” Chiara laughed and uttered “I am Chiara D’Alberto, never forget that” she throw her glass of vodka on her friend’s face “Bitch!” Her friend muttered.

Goddess, did she look ravishing in her little outfit. But it was for my eyes only. Fletcher should have never seen it. Nivia is mine. I inserted a finger before trying to add another. Nivia squirmed, a clear indicator she did not desire a second digit. She was tight. “Fucking hell,” She moaned as I flicked my tongue against her clit. “Language, darling…” I teased her before going back in. “Oh, Goddess, Goddess, Ford… O, my…” Nivia moaned, “I’m… Ford…. Please… I’m going to, aaaaaah.” And she began to shudder against my face.

“The one in the corner, she looks fun,” “The brunette?” Chicha leans in. As the only girl in our entourage, you might think she's the voice of reason. You'd be wrong. “Nah, I think I know her from law school. Marisol. Total slut entrapment gold digger. More baby daddies than I have shoes,” she clicks her teeth. “Little bro can do better.” She then points to a girl wearing glasses sitting alone at the bar. “She’s a redhead, and she’s smart. Look at the size of that book! I bet you can talk to her about all your geeky mythology lore and she’d think you were all suave.”

Although being the first woman to rule the syndicate meant I could change the rules. But I hadn't yet and probably never would. It doesn't matter if I had a thing for Leander or not or if he had a thing for me or not. Nothing could ever happen. "It was fine," he replies. I roll my eyes at his response. It's a horrible response and not the one I'm clearly looking for. "What did you do?" "She wanted Chinese, and I grabbed some on my way out yesterday, and we ate that and watched a movie," he answers.

One of the taller girls shrieked. "As if! You girls are weirdos," the red-head replied and almost dragged the remaining guys up the stairs towards their bed. "Huh, I bet they won't be saying that when they come of age and they're desperate to win their mates! Then we're gonna see who are the weirdos!" The girl grumbled. Then she smiled to all thirteen of us. "Hello, everyone! My name is Felicia Filicitus Faulkner! I'm 14, and I'm from the Southwoods, and most probably am going to be the next Luna." She laughed, totally not noticing that none of us couldn't care less if she's hubaloo, a bear, or a dinosaur.

Nicha looked at him with an air of absolute superiority. "You wicked little brat. So, have you been sleeping with anyone besides me or not?" Chayon pressed, wanting absolute certainty. Nicha's pale, naked form sat proudly on the coffee table. She used one hand to fondle her own plump breasts, occasionally pinching her hardened peaks, while her other hand eagerly slid two fingers inside her slick folds, pumping with hungry desperation. The sight of her pushed Chayon to the absolute brink of his restraint. This was exactly why he rarely touched any other woman besides this girl—even though she was the main troublemaker within the Thanisornkul family.

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.

the girl said. Agnella bobbed her head as she tried doing as the girl suggested, the girl looked to be around her age, so she had no problem trusting her. “Let's go outside, the cool air will further calm you down.” The girl proposed. “Who are you? Are you one of those ladies? Uh… One of Alpha Draven's mistress?” Agnella inquired. “Yes, I'm Nicia. And I'm at your service,” she smiled. Agnella took a step back on hearing that.