Kiana Mei Novels & Stories

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.

he said. "Compliments aren't your strong point, are they?" I said as he swiped across again to a picture of Lili in her crib smiling widely. "That's adorable. Is that your youngest?" "Yeah, her name is Lili." "Great. Now I want one," he said giving my phone back to me. "Maximus Megestanis!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you were so soft!" He smiled and nudged me in a friendly manner before resting his hand back on my knee.

"The look of someone who’s not supposed to be here." Still attempting to comprehend his presence, I blinked. "And you are?" "Yemi Kings." He reached out to me with a firm yet unforgiving hand. "CEO of Kings Industries." I recognized the name, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The way he gazed at me as if he were studying me and looking for something hidden beneath the surface, diverted my attention too much. I unwillingly accepted his hand, and I felt a weird chill when he touched me. "Lola Taylor."

Mathew burst out laughing as he handed the folder back. Kieran smirked. “I just typed that word in. It is not really a contract. It is an agreement. And once she signs it, she will belong to me… forever.” Mathew stared at him, clearly baffled by what he was hearing. Kieran only returned the look, calm and certain. “Who is this woman you are talking about?” Mathew finally asked. Kieran’s smile softened as her face filled his thoughts, beautiful and radiant. “Liana Lane Dela Cruz.”

She shows me her phone so I can look at the message she sent me. - I'm sending you this message to ensure that it's with me you have the appointment. I just pretended to be her. I am the one concerned. I apologize for not putting my photo, but I was afraid you wouldn't agree to come to the meeting. Let me introduce myself: Miss Alicia Divine, I am thirty-five years old and I am a virgin. I would like you to help me with this little issue. I stood there for a long time. I can't believe it: the woman in front of me is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen; she has long legs like a model and a stunning face. How is it possible that she is still a virgin at thirty-five?

Zoya laughed—small, quick—at something Kenji said, then smoothed her face back into calm like she’d stolen one second of joy and put it away. Mei swallowed. “She only moves like this when she feels trapped,” Mei said. “Or when she thinks someone close to her might get dragged into it.” Raiyan’s silence was heavy. Mei softened in spite of herself. “Listen,” she said, voice rougher than she wanted. “I want you two to survive this. I do. And I’m not saying that to be cute.” She stopped, inhaled. “If she finds out I’m feeding you updates,” Mei added, “she’ll disown me. With a smile. Like I’m an annoying waiter. So… Don't make me the villain.”

After hearing that, Luke frowned and asked, "Who is asking to see me?" Gina was one of the few geniuses they had in the hall. Currently, she had already reached level nine warrior king. That was why she had the courage to talk back after being reprimanded by Luke. Gina smiled, "It's Meena Carney."

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

They chose the chair near the blurry wall and Krysie called for Sanya's attention—her friend from before. "Krysie?!" Recognition filled Sanya's eyes that she almost jumped while walking towards them. "Oh my God, it's you!" "Yes, it's me. I miss you, Sanya!" She smiled widely. Sanya De Guzman is from the Philippines, the one who taught her about the word Kuya. She's kind and hardworking, sadly Krysie isn't hardworking as she is. "What's your order?" Sanya asked and turned her attention to Kaizer. She was stunned a bit, maybe it's because of his oozing handsome face. "And you, Atty. Knight?"

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.