Jamila Stevens Novels & Stories

*** When they got out of their cars in front of Jeremy’s mansion, they met yet another challenger who stood between them and the entrance. This one was Katie Steven, a drop-dead gorgeous black lady, who was not only a warrior but was also a famous model. She wore the tiniest jeans shorts, a sexy black tube top that covered just her boobs, and no footwear. She obviously meant business. “Katie…” Stan bellowed. Katie was on his squad. She was one of his best warriors and he sure as hell didn’t want Jeremy or Philip wounding her.

A small amount of anger slipped into Stephon's voice, "I wouldn't know." Matt ignored the tone, but gave Stephon a drink of coffee and then waited while he showered. Stephon grumbled more when he discovered they'd be walking, but Matt ignored him. Halfway to the diner, Stephon spoke, "So tell me what you like about this one so much." "This one's name... is Jewel, and she's different." "How?" "I'm not sure. She has no idea who I am, she works hard, and she took a few of my kinks quite well. It was hard to leave her yesterday."

The color lit her skin richly, her hazel-green irises sparkling from within. “I’m not. I just—what if I mess this up?” Jamila muttered, bending down on her seat to buckle the delicate straps of her gold stilettos up her ankle. “You won't. Those men are going to fall on their knees for you. Literally.” Ava laughed. “Yeah, then their wives and girlfriends can murder me. Literally.” Jamila scoffed, standing up carefully. “Whatever. You look beautiful, my love.” “Thanks.” She breathed out and grabbed her phone and purse.

Her brows furrow immediately with jealousy. Liam also looks at Anita's table and sees the handsome staff member speaking to her. Anita is smiling at Steven and picking up her spoon to eat. Liam looks away coldly, feeling his anger boiling. Liam looks back at Temisa and sees her not smiling as she stares at her friend's table too, while Anita is busy laughing and eating. "Honestly, I haven't seen someone as fair as you outside before. Can you see me properly?" Steven asks Anita, as she looks like an albino.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

*** Here, Stephanie saw off Conrad to work in the morning and dialed Jamiya's phone number. Last night, she didn't sleep all night. I thought for a long time... Conrad and her, along with Britney... Since Britney likes to play games and manipulate others, she should also experience what it feels like. "Good daughter! What's the matter?" Jamiya was a little surprised to receive a call from her daughter so early. "Is Sierra not at home? Why can't I reach her on her phone?" Stephanie asked, sitting and lying on the couch, holding the phone.

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

Maybe we will discuss that on our date but he hasn’t brought up the date again either. Danika, please don’t overthink this. I can’t wait to call Emily and tell her how everything went. I am a pessimistic person and it helps to have a person like Emily who is crazy optimistic when it comes to other people. I was brought out of my daze by a commotion happening outside my dressing room. I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me.

Stephany gave him a weird questioning look and sighed in confusion. His tone wasn't something she expected. Not even the placid reply laced with disdain and no emotion. He really did not care even an atom about his reply nor did he think of the reply. It just came out. "She can help in endorsing the new product. More so, I heard she is from our Country, Linah-" "I don't work with female models or any female," Juma cut her and stated his reasons. "You work with me!" Stephany stated the obvious.

And there, seated next to the bed, was Melissa, her radiant presence commanding attention. Jeremy's gaze lingered a moment longer on Melissa, taking in her captivating appearance. Her flowing red hair cascaded down, shimmering in the light. She exuded elegance in her black gown and stylish boots, her features flawlessly accentuated by her hair styled up, revealing her jawline and cheekbones. As she turned towards the door, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still for an instant. "Well, well, well. Look who has finally graced me with his presence," Steve mockingly remarked, attempting to divert Jeremy's attention. Unfazed by the comment, Jeremy chose to ignore it, his focus still fixed