Novel & Cerita Kickass Hitgirl

Been a popular artiste haven’t been an easy task over the years . People love her ,yeah and her net worth keeps on increasing day by day . A modelling company wanted to sign her but she declined the offer .Been a musician is tiring enough ,She doesn’t want to add to that . Her manager quickly brought out her phone and showed her the concert she just had .It have been uploaded on YouTube already and it have hit thousands of views and still counting . Rissa went to the comment section and started reading comments . Her driver stopped in front of a big mansion and she got down and entered after typing in the house password .

her. I think what hurt Kia is that none of us deleted these messages and that's why she's hurt. I should of deleted the videos as soon as they popped up on my phone but I didn't think about it honestly. One of my old fuck buddies messaged me on F******k with nudes. I ignored it and forgot to delete it. I feel like a piece of shit guys. The look she gave me broke my heart knowing I did that to her." My oldest son tells us trying not to cry. Tyson may look like a beast but he's my most sensitive son out of the triplets. Sighing loudly "well I honestly think you guys need to do everything your women asked of them. The sooner the better. Also I hope you realize that once they all give birth the

“Apologize?” Unable to believe her ears, Nadia shouted angrily, “The bitch doesn’t deserve—” “Smack!” Without another word, Kaze slapped the crap out of Nadia. “How dare you hit Nadia, bastard! Are you a man?” “Get him!” “Take a video of him! He should be exposed online for hitting women! We can get our fans to dig into him.” Nadia’s friends, a bunch of tough cookies, pounced on Kaze, their manicured nails poised to inflict damage on his face.

But who will pay to kill this rapist other than the victim’s parents themselves, right? “This kind of person is the scourge of society and does not hesitate to kill so they should be killed too,” I said angrily to myself as I stared at James’ photo. Then I looked at the photos of the last female victim that were also attached to the folder. A seventeen-year-old Ayumi Mizaki, half-Filipino-half-Japanese. Tall, white, smooth skin and long black hair. In other short, beautiful. Maybe that’s why the rapist rapes her. Next, I looked at Mizaki’s photo which was taken differently. She has many bruises on her body, she also has cracked lips, and large bruises on her face and her eyes can hardly be o

“You've been a real bitch this week! Ever since we…” “What?” Willow challenged. “Kissed and our dance too! Did it fuck you up that much?” “Oh don't flatter yourself, it wasn't even that good of a kiss!” I was kind of offended. It was a very good intense kiss! “My kissing is stellar and that kiss was hot!” “Personally it left me cold.” Willow said harshly. “That kiss was nothing.” “If it was, it was probably because of your sloppy kissing!” I shot back. She gasped. “I'm a great kisser!”

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and the bolt slid into place with a final, metallic thud. The sudden silence in the room was thick and heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead lights. A girl was sitting on the edge of a narrow cot pushed against the wall. She had long, dark hair that fell around her shoulders and sharp cheekbones that stood out in her pale face. Her eyes, heavily lined with black makeup, lifted to look at me. They were the eyes of someone who was both deeply tired and permanently on edge. She stared at me, not moving, as if I had interrupted a very private thought.

someone called snapping me back to reality I turned around and I saw a beautiful,slender hoodie and glasses. She smiled at me, I smiled back shyly. “ You are not from around here,” she said. I nodded my head and she took my hand and walked me through the class “ Judging from your age we are classmates and you will be my seat partner. My name is Melissa Gold, I am sixteen years old and you.” She said very excited I looked at her and smiled “ My name is Jessica Brown, am sixteen years also” immediately she heard my name she smiled and said

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

"If you don't hand Clara's body over today, I will bring the Starlight Pack to attack your Blackclaw Pack tomorrow!" Hearing Harold's threat, Connor's warriors urged him to comply with Harold's demands. No one in their right mind wanted to fight Harold Nunez, the God of War. After hearing everyone's pleas, Connor reluctantly yielded to Harold's demand. He led Harold to the ice chamber where my corpse was kept. The moment Harold saw the state of my remains, his eyes reddened with grief. Then, without warning, he struck Connor with a heavy fist. "You wretched thing!" Harold spat, his voice thick with emotion. "If I had known you would one day kill her… that day, when she found you blind and he

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.