Jamila Stevens Novels & Stories

“I’m Steven, I’m an earth mage.” The Northerners’ team members followed Stephanie and Clarissa to their table and introduced themselves to Jessica and Emma. “It’s nice to see you here. Is Agent Suri with you tonight?” said Jessica. “No, I have two full-time works. Eva is from my other work.” Emma and Stephanie pulled the table next to them beside theirs. Coralis sat next to Emma, and Steven sat next to Coralis, to her other side. Sebastian sat between Stephanie and Steven, and Lydia took a seat between Jessica and Clarissa.

Maxwell said, breaking the silence. Melissa smiled shyly, her gaze fixed on the sky. "There's not much to tell about me," she said softly. "I'm just an ugly old hag who was rejected by my father, mother, and husband." She smiled sadly. "But at least something good is happening - I'm turning twenty with people who care about me this Friday."

said Elmina, “I am no longer Maajira.” The woman smiled. “You no longer hold the seat, but the title remains yours.” Elmina shook her head. “I have no right to keep it.” Keyla frowned. What did that mean? It was all very confusing. She turned to the woman behind the desk, intending to question her. Before she could speak, the Maajira said, “I am Vedila, Maajira of the Na’Himara.” She seated herself and kept her gaze on Keyla.

The lady wore a sweet and genuine smile and waved her hands to the people in the crowd. This lady is none other than the famous, mysterious, and most loved top one model of the country, Janeah Stanila also known as “Ms. Jah” who went silent for almost two months. No one knows where she went and what happened to her and the only thing that people know is that she already changed her manager which is her not that famous lawyer friend.

"You have? How?" I pursed my lips against each other like a criminal, and tried to force a smile that wasn't willing to come. "I might have seen it the day I went through the stuff on your table." "Ok then." He sighed. "Go on." I reminded him to continue. "Jamilah was a really amazing and sweet girl. She was kind, she was a pure definition of beauty, she was so attractive too." He progressed, as he smiled faintly at me. "Her dark skin color was shiny and attractive. She had absolutely everything a guy would want in a lady."

Molly jumped over to me, shaking my hands off excitedly, " Kiera..Kiera..You were too awesome..Look at those CEO's. My gosh! They are all amazed by your beauty and aura. They were asking for more details about you. I bet, you are going to sign with bigger and bigger companies." I smiled, shaking my head helplessly at her excitement. Honestly, I always worked without expectations. So, I never hoped to work with bigger companies. I was grateful for all the opportunities that I got so far. " Excuse me, May I talk to Miss Stevens?", an unfamiliar voice rang behind me as I looked back to see a man with short hair and standing. I replied humbly, the suit in his body said that he was a prominent fi

Oh good gravy, not another one! I stop by his booth and take the tablet and pen out of my waitressing apron. “Good evening sir, my name is Anna and I will be your server tonight. May I get you something to drink?” I decide to play it cool. Maybe he’s just passing through? A smile spreads across his handsome face, showing a line of perfect white teeth. “Anna, that’s a pretty name.” He replies in a thick, seductive British accent.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

“ Brenda “ Mrs Jones spoke up making her freeze in her steps, she turned to look at the middle aged doctor that seemed to have grown older a few days ago. “ Had you figured out the main reason for this, why Amelia would do this to herself ?” Brenda realised what exactly she meant and shook her head “ we hadn’t reached that step yet in our conversations but I guess I know the cause “ she whispered back remembering the news that had spread so widely that night, even though she had never got a copy she still read it on the internet during her research “ Really, then what’s the reason ?” Mrs Jones replied finally looking up from the depth of her palms, she really wanted to know why a beautiful w