Jayda Wayda Novels & Stories

Trying not to bring attention to myself. “Hello ma’am, my name is Wonda. How can I help you?” There was kindness in her voice. She looked me up and down. I wondered if she noticed my horns. “I’m new in the capital. I would like to purchase a building I can use as a home and a shop.” She turned around, and walked to a table full of maps. She came back with 3 papers rolled up. “Right now we only have 5 buildings available. Do you know what kind of shop you want?”

That wasn't mere pocket change! Residents of Arriva City began to spread rumors—that Jackson was going mad, giving up money for a woman. When she heard the news, Lumina's gaze shifted to the window, and she lowered her eyes. The day she left Arriva City, she told herself that Jackson was dead to her. Yet, to claim she felt nothing at all would be a lie. Not long ago, hearing Jackson's name made her nauseous and unable to eat. However, Cadmus's kindness had gradually helped her let go. Whenever she felt upset or overwhelmed by her emotions, Cadmus would write on his tablet, "Look ahead toward a better life."

Her name was Sita "That's the kings woman" Sita said Sita came closer to whisper to Dala "I even heard that there wedding will be on 2days time" "Interesting, I think Cara needs to know about this" Dala thought as they moved to find Cara's abode. Dala finally found Cara, they where so happy to see each other. They hugged for a long time. "You're glowing Cara" Dala said "Thank you, come in" Cara told Dala as they moved inside leaving Sita outside.

That girl replied, currently looking- or more like scanning the three of us from head to toes with that weird look on her face. "Aden has been searching for you, get your ass up, and meet him later." She adds, leaving. Not even bother to admit our existence there. Keira rolls her eyes, as Keisha pretends to puke. I laugh at both of them. "That's mean, you know." I said between laughs. "Nah, she deserved that." Roman said, chuckling. "Who is she anyway?" Keisha asks. "One of the second-year bimbos, Nina."

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Arriving at my apartment, I was already exhausted, Tanya had a way of draining me without actually trying. The dress that Sansa had picked out was a quite simple and beautiful, it had a note attached, “this was designed by one of your designers at the fashion house” Bridget Matthews

"No. Not at all. I just wanted to ask what it is you want me to do." "Teach me how to swim." "Swim? But..." "What? Do you want to laugh at me? Then go ahead." "Jade, I'm not trying to laugh at you. I just thought you'd know how to since you have a pool in your house." "Well, I don't. I'm not like you that know how to do everything. You're Mr. Perfect." "You're Miss Freedom. You can do all that you like."

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

Ruby flung her phone across the room in a rage. Suddenly, Jack burst through the door, barely able to hide his excitement. "Honey, we've got a way out! Grand Globe Group, the company we've been trying to reach, just sent me a message. They're interested in our project and want to talk about a follow-on investment. With that money, we can hire a top-tier team out of Digital Valley. Once that happens, those old men won't have anything left to say, and the project can keep moving!" -

"No way. Fuck that third floor. That's for addicts and whores. We're neither, not yet at least. Later, bro." "Later." Drake hung up and dropped the phone into his bag. Kadia was the hottest night club in all of New York. Getting in was going to be a bitch, unless you were a DeMarco or a Castaletta. Good thing Drake was both.