Honne Dell Novels & Stories

A crowd of onlookers began to gather around us. Someone asked, "Isn't that the 'hero mom'? I saw her video trending online!" One replied, "Yeah, me too! I heard those aren't even her biological kids, but she still risked her life to save them!" "Wait, really? I also heard that she staged the whole thing. Look at that woman crying. She must be the real mom!" Hearing the murmurs, Sasha took the opportunity to cry even louder, making sure everyone heard her. She wailed, "How could you be so cruel, Caroline?

I looked in front of me on the stage where a middle-aged tall woman was singing. Listening to her voice I remembered my mother's voice who used to sing whenever she was teaching me playing piano. I was so shocked and can't believe my own ears. How can someone have the same voice.!! I asked my business partner about her and he informed me that she is Rupal chadda, a singer who sings at parties to entertain people.

I'm sorry for leaving without telling you Love, Tuna I chuckled reading it and looked at the doll. I smiled and looked at the car. I like the doll better than the car. I got out from the car and walked back into my house. I opened the new iPhone and got a note with a tuna sketch on it. She really loves tuna huh? I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Tuna I chuckled again looking at it and I can't believe she made this. I looked at the doll and the notes. I took out my phone and decided to change Beverly's name into Tuna. I laughed weirdly seeing it.

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Trisha agreed. Holly smiled at all the praise. "Emilie's cutting it pretty close, the dance is tomorrow." "Sapphire is too." Trisha defended. Holly shrugged, not denying it. "Does Lydia have a dress? Or Ann? You didn't say before?" Holly asked. "Yep." Melanie beamed. "Lydia went yesterday, and Ann brought a dress from Ireland." "I thought you'd make a dress." Trisha said. "I have." Holly smiled. "You'll see tomorrow."

Jimmy fell to the ground and groaned with pain once again. "Damn it!" he frowned and rubbed his bottom. "I'm sick of these painful landings!" He heard someone laughing behind. He quickly turned around and found the gorgeous red-haired woman staring at him with a big smile. He looked around him and realized he's in the dungeon where all the Gemmas were jailed before Adalis' death. The woman approached him slowly and said, "I knew you would be back." Jimmy gulped and stared at her, "M-mother?"

Because it’s easier than admitting she’s been thinking about him for far too long already. Hours later, the shower steam has faded, and Sahara stands before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wears a pink sweetheart cocktail dress, a gift from her aunt that she had been saving for a special occasion. The fabric hugs her curves with an insistence that can’t be ignored. The neckline dips low, showcasing the swell of her breasts, pushing them up until they look ready to spill out. The waist nips in tight before flaring over her hips, accentuating the hourglass figure she used to hide under baggy jeans and oversized hoodies.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

“There is a man who claims to be a friend of yours here to collect something. Should we show him to the backroom?” The backroom was a place for secret dealings. Those who worked for Jericho knew better than to question his business. He went by many names and was famous for many reasons in this industry. For those sluts in his invitation-only VVIP BDSM club, he was a very popular bottom dom. Drinkers who liked his rip-off prices and prime security called him Mama Jerry. However, his bouncers and customers in Dawn’s line of work knew that he was also known as JJ, the informant who drowned his enemies with honey.