Fnia Chica Novels & Stories

“Wait, Vitania? So you are...” Without further ado, Floria immediately pulled out an object from her right hip and showed it to Alisa's two friends. “That’s right. I am the Vitanian magical girl. I am also a former member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade,” Flo said while showing an object resembling a keychain in the form of a light blue triangle with three white stars on each corner. This made Frenska and Linne even more flabbergasted. "But I've been banished from that rebel organization. So I'm no longer a member of the Witches Brigade," she continued, clenching her fist that was holding the object.

It was on brand, I guess, for someone I’d peg as an exhibitionist herself to be plenty comfortable taking sexy photos of her friend. I’m sure the smile on my face was dopey as hell as I scrolled through the half dozen pics on my phone. Fi was wearing a black silk nightgown in the pictures and had her hair tied up in a dramatic high ponytail. She was wearing dark red lipstick that drew bold attention to her lovely lips. Me: Goddess. You are so fucking sexy. Fiona: You like? Me: You know I do. You are gorgeous, baby. Now all I can think about is how badly I want to be touching you.

Aria’s POV “Girl, your hair is cute,” Nia said, leaning back in the salon chair to study me like she was my personal critic. “Thank you, Chica. Now, what the hell are you getting done again?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “The beautician who, by the way, is acting like I ruined his whole damn day says he’s doing a sleek high ponytail with three intricate braids in the front.” I smirked. “Alright, then.”

[ Belladonna's Point of View ] "What's your favorite food?" Niana asked me while we were lining up to get our lunch in the cafeteria. This girl whom I decided to be friends with is Niana. I discovered that she is an orphan. She lives in an orphanage with other kids and religious adults. If she leaves me like Jameson, I won't bargain myself again to trust anyone. "I like ice cream," I replied. "Really? Me too! Especially cookies and cream!"

Jake turned on the charm. "Of course not. I'd never touch a girl like her. You're all I want." Felicity sounded smug. "Hmph. If I find out you did, don't blame me for cutting you off when I get the inheritance." Jake laughed, trying to please. "Heard your best friend's worth over ten mil? What'd her dead parents do to stack that much?" Felicity laughed. "They ran a company. Died young, left her loaded. She can't touch a dime till twenty-five. She's just working there now, 'training.' Pretty big deal—might hit a few hundred mil soon."

Then he left. "Thanks, baby," baby? Is she fucking him? Nina opens a manila folder and pulls out a photo showing a girl with a round face, double chin with chipmunk cheeks, large round glasses, a broad smile with braces, and frizzle hair that has not been brushed for months. "See this girl in the picture?" I kept my eyes on it, but I could hardly speak with the dryness of my lips. The cold was too intimidating that my body functions started to shut down slowly.

“With his fingers.” Naya gasps, as though she’s horrified. “Tell me you are joking.” The memory rushes towards me and I clamp my legs together, “Nope.” “I knew it!” Chiara explodes with giggles, “There’s something about our men that are just so irresistible. And, I never doubted Enrique’s sexual drive.” She shrugs, her blue eyes crinkling with laughter. “She’s not wrong, the same goes for Chase.” We all explode in laughter and this feels right, chatting with my girlfriends. Gia’s not present, she hasn’t been back from last night but Tyler assures us she is okay, but she can’t make it to the art charity event.

"Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs." "Beautiful Indian girl over there, her name is Shyla. That girl's hips don't lie, and most of them men just like watching her dance." Cindy nodded her head in the direction of a thin dark olive-skinned girl, with a golden piercing on the crook of her right nostril. Her almond shaped dark-green eyes and darkened lips gave her an exotic appealed, and when she smiled at something Simone said, Cara could understand why Cindy dubbed her as beautiful.

A madam of lush stature with some roll of hair on her head. Nia Jones was her name. A middle-aged woman who often slips a cigarette in the cleft lip. She snorted when Velia asked about the job opening. “Finding a job nowadays was hard, Ve! If it's easy, where can there be unemployment?” said Nia, pulling out the cigarette on her lips for a moment. “Wait!” Something flashed through Nia's mind. She walked up to Velia and looked at the box she was carrying. “Oh, my god! You’re fired, Ve?!”

She’s been very helpful. Her mysterious, yet funny and straightforward personality blends well with me. Making it easy to be around and work together. I haven’t opened up to a friend or really had any since Ella So this is amazing Upon entering PHG, I glimpsed Nia. Boiling with annoyance, my wolf growled. What’s wrong with this girl?, yesterday I wore a 3.5 inch heels and Maxi dress, Today she shows up in one too, a similar attire to mine and worse Her hair is now dyed dusty blond with golden highlights and curtain bangs