Funtime Chica Novels & Stories

Iris I woke up to find the hostel buzzing with chaotic energy. The girls were scattered around, some on their bunks, others lounging on their friends' beds, all deep in conversation about the scoreboard. Natalia was perched on Fancy's bunk; Fancy was a doll in human form, with almost white hair, baby-blue eyes, and an animated voice. I sat up and listened to the girls' conversation without uttering a word. "I can't believe I made it to the top five!" one girl exclaimed, bouncing around like a ball. "My mom would be so proud of me."

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

“She can fix anything, but what I would really recommend would be huevos rancheros with a steak. After that workout, I think you both deserve it.” Kim and Brad both nodded, so Lisa held up three fingers. Just then another girl entered the kitchen from the pool area. She appeared to be about 14 and had light brown hair and eyes that were the same brilliant green as Lisa’s. She was also naked, and proceeded to do exactly what Maria had done: She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist leaving her perfectly formed, but still-budding breasts exposed. The only difference between Maria and her was that she spent more time on her slit. In fact, she seemed to spend a little time tea

I picked it up without looking at the caller ID and it turned out to be Chelsea. “Hey, Chica”, her chirpy voice came over the receiver, “ready to leave this awesome and amazing country back to that New York”, she said “New York” like it was the abode of the devil himself and I laughed. “That is so much hate for a place where you earn your living”, I teased her and she groaned. “Exactly, I do not want to work. I love this lifeeeeeee”, she whined. “I guess meeting the likes of Lara Devenson and other important people in the fashion world is not really a good thing. Who needs to make an impact when they can just be a princess?” I teased her.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Khalil gushed as he acted slapping her ass making the boys laugh. "Latina?" I asked raising my brows as we all watched her walk away unaware of anything around her. I could tell she was shy and kept to herself. "Yes bro, she got a little Latina body like shakira shakira" Za joined in as he began trying to belly dance whilst singing in Spanish without actually knowing any of the words. "Shut the fuck up and focus on the task. All of you. I don't have to remind you to stay the fuck away from her, it's not that fucking hard."

"Thanks Faith. Honestly, I needed to hear that after my rough break up" "If I may ma'am, it an all girls day right? Then let's forget about the men and have fun. If it's shopping, we are going to buy clothes because we like them not because 'our guys' like them",Chica was the one to speak out this time and I was a little taken back by her spirit. We spent a couple of hours going in and out of shops, trying on every dress and Drizella offering to buy them for all of us because it was she who organized the little get together.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

“Yesterday, you went to Hendrick’s place and caused a ruckus there.” May stare at me. “What did I do?” She sighs as if she’s carrying all the burden in the world. “You went to Hendrick’s place in the village. There, you saw a lady named Georgia-” “Wait, what!? What’s her name again?!” “Georgia, my lady.” "Can you tell me what she looks like?" "Hmm, she has yellow curly hair, pale white skin, and she is as tall as you. She's also beautiful, her clothes are kind of funny and she’s somewhat shy but she acts like a country bumpkin."

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m