Gillian Va11halla Novels & Stories

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 35-36 ≺ 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕆𝔽 ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝕃;𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕊𝕊≻ The party was ongoing,the large hall became more full,people having fun. It was all lively and everyone seems to be in good moods aside Stella. She was standing somewhere in the hall,a glass of wine in her hand,her eyes on Gregor and Penelope.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

Renata had stopped pretending now. Gillian suddenly smiled beautifully, causing the corner of her lips to rise and her eyes to crinkle. All the shareholders couldn’t help but be stunned by her beauty. She responded with a blasé tone, “A shareholder? Augustus’ legal bride? What more? As Gillian Arison?” she finalized. Gillian’s expression returned to indifference, and she turned to the stunned secretary before saying, “Assistant Axel has sent the information. Continue, please.” Upon hearing this, the secretary snapped out of it and quickly went through Gillian’s information.

Wow, just wow. Anyways, Gillian was too beautiful, not more than Hendrix of course, but more than Cooper, Earnest or Everett. While Hendrix was a 200/100, Gillian was 100/100 and today, he was looking exceptionally gorgeous. I'll give him 110/100. ‘You are still in heat,‘ Zinnia scoffed. Maybe.

Allison said, pulling me upstairs to Lia's room where all her sisters were. "She's here!" Lia exclaimed. "So how long are you planning on staying?" Elena asked. "2 weeks at most," Lia said. "But I want to take some things to leave there so I don't have to take it all again next time." "And what time is Haden arriving?" Bella asked. "In an hour and a half." "Better get a hurry on then," Maria said.

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

Gillian chided and pushed the door of the restroom while pointing at Valencia. "You're just a shameless woman that lurks around like a shadow. What? Is it because you noticed Tatiana around Big Brother Maverick, so it made you feel threatened? I'm telling you that regardless of what you do, our Vandenberg family will never accept a shameless woman like you into our family." Gillian's face reddened in fury, and she huffed and puffed, her chest heaving and falling heavily.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

My mom says with the same beautiful fake practiced smile but it falls a little when she sees Jake and Emily. “Please tell me this girl is your bodyguard’s girlfriend.” My mom says in a friendly tone but I could hear the malice. “Mrs Williams.” “That’s not my name anymore.” My mom says rudely. What is her problem? “So can I call you ‘danika’s mother’?” Emily asks, innocently. “No. you may call me Mrs. Walts.”