Hello Beautiful Ann Napolitano の小説・ストーリー

I fisted the glass in my hand, the anger boiling inside me like a pot about to overflow. “What was so special about that, Hailey? Look here, dude, so many hot girls are gawking at you.” The dude dares to wrap his arm around my shoulder, turning at the girl with a dress as short as a handkerchief and boobs as big as watermelons, and they look so fake and plastic compared to Hailey’s natural beauty. I pushed his arm off me, my mind consumed with thoughts of Hailey’s genuine smile and the way her tears glistened in the moonlight. Her smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. And her body is like a Venus statue, sculpted with grace and elegance that

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

He was a really gorgeous man, and Annika was telling him as she slowly walked away, "Sure, I agree. The Fair Princess departed around four in the afternoon to begin her newest voyage to the South Pacific. With her formal night uniform—a white long sleeve with a bow, a flowery vest that matches her pencil-cut black skirt, and a pair of heels—Annika begins to make her way to her station at the South Pacific Bar. She displayed her stunning beauty and charming smile while wearing her hair nicely tied back. When the officers started to come one by one, she was sitting on standby in the South Pacific Bar while enjoying some lovely set sail music. The bartender told Annika to just concentrate on se

I tutted, my jaw tightening as I watched their backs. "Can I go now?" Ann’s voice snapped me out of it. "Get out," I muttered. She hurriedly left my side, and I turned my focus back to the pair as a waiter approached their table. As Mrs. Salvador slightly turned to place her glass on the waiter’s tray, I caught a glimpse of her face. Wait a minute. Why does she look like Selena? ~SELENA I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as some elite Alphas gathered around my table, practically singing praises about my nomination for the Best Luna of the Year. It felt like I had already won the award, the praise was that overwhelming.

Beauty's sister, Amalia, my secretary, gave us her signal, and then the interview started. "How did the two of you meet?" The interviewer asked. I believe she's a famous anchor, but it's my first time to see her face. Beauty and I looked at each other, and she smiled. "It was me who first saw her," I answered. "Oh? Was it love at first sight, Mr. DJ?" Damn, now I get it. This anchor is under MTC Group, which Laura Ferrero manages. I gently smile at Laura, who's looking seriously at Beauty. She's sitting straight ahead, like a wicked.

“ I am here now, we can go to that favorite restaurant you like.” The woman in Front of him was dashing and beautiful. She tied her black nappy curly hair into a sleek bun leaving her slender chocolate- caramel shoulders to show off. She wore Jayden’s favorite red dress that he bought for her. It was 2 inches above her knees and it hugged her body perfectly. Her body and face was surely a sight for sore eyes. A pair of silver stilettos which fitted her feet perfectly beautifully matched with the expensive diamond necklace and stud earrings he bought for her three days ago. Jayden spoiled Natasha without any regrets and did close to nothing for Laura.

Her phone pinged beside her SILICON STRIP: SPECIAL EDITION Update on the DuPont situation because you asked (you didn’t ask, we’re telling you anyway) Spotted: Anne Brooke, rumored wife of Royce DuPont, CEO of NeuroPont, at a DuPont Technologies board breakfast in a dress that costs more than most people’s rent. She smiled. She charmed. She apparently discussed distributed computing with Eleanor Dale for forty minutes, which is either impressive or a very unnatural kind of performance. For comparison, Christiana Harmon attended last year’s board breakfast meeting in Valentino and left three board members reconsidering their life choices. We’re just saying. There are levels. Literal levels.

“ My name is Annabelle. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Trentino, “ she greeted. I couldn’t help but feel jealous. She was the woman Nikolai had thought about calling first when trouble came knocking on the door. I wondered whether they were sleeping together or if there was chemistry between them. I was very intimidated by her but I didn’t show her. I outstretched my hand to greet her but she pulled me to her body and hugged me. “ Thank you for having us, Annabelle. I know that this is a huge risk for you and I am very grateful.” I couldn’t help but say. She gave me an award-winning smile and rubbed my arm up and down. “ Anything for Nikolai and his people. This is not a hustle. I love helping. “ Sh

I took his hand, and a heartbeat later, I was standing on the red carpet, trying not to get blinded by the flashes. “Let's go, Sunshine.” The smile he gave me made my stupid heart flip. I slowly blew out a breath, then straightened my back, lifted my chin, and took the first step toward the hotel entrance. Something akin to pride filled Grey's expression as he led me through the carpet, but I couldn't focus on it, too busy controlling my balance in nearly five-inch heels. “Mr. Maledetti, who is your beautiful partner?” shouted one of the reporters. He stopped then, gesturing at me as he said, “This is Penelope Solari, the soon-to-be Queen of this city.”