Karin Jinsui Novels & Stories

“I brought fruits. Your favorite expensive fruits.” Karina carefully walked alone. Finally he sat on the sofa close to Susan. “Thank you for coming here.” “Karina, are you really a model in that event?” Susan asked. “I heard that the event was organized by Saka’s wife? Wow, I didn’t expect Saka to be married. That man doesn’t look married.” “I replaced a model who couldn’t come. I had to.” Susan frowned. “Wait. You know Saka’s wife?” “Saka is my boss.”

said Kiara with a bright smile and doctor Gilbert smiled too . The door opened and Justin came , holding a purple box in his hands . " Here ! I ordered my men to get you an outfit from the new collection of your favorite brand . I hope you like it ! " said Justin with a smiling expression . Kiara took the box and opened it then went to the changing room to wear the outfit that Justin had brought her . When she finished she looked at the purple jacket with the letter K on her left chest . A black , comfortable jacket and a pair of white and half purple trainings .

"You wouldn't want her to become another Karin, would you?" As soon as he mentioned Karin, the incident at V. Style resurfaced in Larissa's mind. After that incident, negative information about Karin flooded the internet. It concluded reports of her selling her body to secure good roles from directors and investors, bullying less popular actors on set, modifying scripts without authorization to give herself more scenes, and so on.

Since I'm writing about my sister, why not describee each one of them. The first Carin. She a young beautiful lady of 1.3 meter, she's fair in complexion and the eldest. She's very king hearted, she can sell hers or our house, if she finds someone in need. She can't save money, even if is to save her life. Very impulsive, she always acts roughly and rudely before thinking. Her passion is esthetic and hair dressings. She love cooking, will be a perfect wife and she's always ready to say sorry.

She met my gaze again. “Did you just run out of adjective, Author Westley?” I was only wearing a black tuxedo and wore my hair back while she was wearing a floor-length long sleeve embellished silk daring gown with Swarovski crystal beads that covered the important part of her body. The swells of her breasts were exposed, but it still looked pretty decent on her. Her hair was curled and fixed it at the back of her head in a stylish way. I noticed Mr. Carilli was with us, which I met him earlier. He was one of my brother’s invites.

Madam Giselle said to the eldest girl. "Hi, I'm Rihana. I'm 30 years old," said Rihana as she stretched out her hand. "I'm Ella Wang," I replied as I returned a helping hand. "They are Jessie and Karina," said Madam Giselle, pointing to two other girls. "I'm Jessie Jung from South Korea," said Jessie with a sweet smile. "I'm Karina Lambert from Belgium," said Karina who also smiled sweetly to greet me. "Hello, Karina, Jessienice to meet you, "I replied.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” “Way ahead of you, love.” Lucifer says as he pulls out his phone and wiggles it at me. “I have several pictures of your delicious assets to keep me company while we are apart.” I narrow my eyes at him. When the hell did he take pictures of me? I don’t remember him flashing his phone at me at all. I turn my attention to the female. She looked to be in her thirties, about my height, with dark skin, dark eyes, and shoulder length black hair that had stripes of silver in it. Her thin athletic body was covered in black leather, complete with a pair of black combat boots. She had knives at her hips as well as around the circumference of her left thigh. A warrio

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.