Kiki's Delivery Service 2 Novels & Stories

And most importantly, no more killer smiles. Right now, it’s just Gabriella the witch and Aelfric the werewolf. Just two mates enjoying the serenity together.

She was resolute, no matter what anyone said. Shiloh could sense the cruelty in her words. He couldn’t believe this was the daughter he had raised. "Kiki..." he began. "It's too late for you to say anything now. In fact, don't say anything at all," Kiki said, a malicious smile curling on her lips. "The people I sent are already on their way. Diana will pass through the mountain road on her way here. They’ll act silently, and by the time it's over, no one can trace it back to me."

Kiki looked so lean last week, and how was it possible to add up so much weight since the last time we met each other? Everyone looked at their score, I scored a hundred and Chris was an average of 75% which was good, he was also happy and that would mean that everything's fine... After the class, Chris and I went to get something to eat at the cafeteria, we were there when Kiki came to our table and she handed to us two invitations to her birthday party tonight... "You'll come, right?". She pressed her hand on the table, her shirt was almost leaning down that we could see her boobs...

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

''Hey, I'll have a single scoop of pistachio with a waffle cone topped with chocolate chips," I smoothly ordered the usual for me. I looked at Kiara even though I knew she was going to get strawberry cheesecake with a waffle cone. Like I had predicted she order the double scoop version of the dessert with caramel and almonds on top. The caramel was a new touch. After I paid and got our ice cream, we went to sit in our usual booth by the window. I didn't like having people glance in at us, but Kiara was a big fan of people watching so I sucked it up for her sake. ''Do you remember the first time we discovered this place?'' I decided to initiate a conversation. Instead of a verbal response, Ki

His cousin sat next to him. "Ladies and gentlemen if you would please turn your attention here." A man stood up and said, hitting his fork on his glass cup. All eyes turned to him. "Unfortunately," he continued. "Mr. Adam couldn't make it in time so here we have Miss Vanessa Cartwell to end up her speech on Kids. Don't forget the voice might be different but the words are Mr. Adam's," he added. "What utter nonsense!" Adam turned to his cousin angrily. He hadn't written anything of the sort. He attempted to stand and protest but Tyson pulled him back discreetly to his seat.

Then they started talking, and I remembered why that habit should be banned by state law. “Mami,” Gabby said, turning back to me because attacking Al was clearly producing no academic results. “Kiki didn’t put it in my bag.” “Kiki also had to pack three dresses, two dolls, four pairs of shoes, purple sunglasses, one whale shark, one dinosaur that apparently needed its own seat, and enough snacks to evacuate a small school.” “It was her job.” I turned. Gabby stood with both hands on her hips. “Gabriella Lucia Garcia,” I said. “Kiki kept you alive on a private jet after your brother threw up chocolate pastry on Arsen’s sweater. Finding your crown was not a medical priority.”

the doorbell interrupted and she silently cusses at the interruption. His brow furrows. “Expecting someone?” “I placed an order for dinner earlier. Must be the delivery man.” She gets up from the chair, “I’ll be right back, don’t move.” As she goes to the door and opens it, she sees the smiling guy in a blue jersey and yellow cap on his brown coloured hair. “Hey, Karen, got your order” She beamed, “Thanks, Sam,” dipping her hand into her back pocket. She pulls out the money and gives it to him before collecting the two bags from his hand. Then she waves him goodbye and closes the door before walking back to the kitchen where Japhia is.

And Clara lets it happen. She pours the coffee. Cuts the toast. Warms the pancakes. Perfect hostess. Perfect enemy. "Would you like some maple syrup, Jade?" she suddenly asks, a polite smile on her lips. "Gladly, thank you," Jade replies, her usual self. Calm. Measured. As if she hadn't just spent the night with the husband of the woman serving her. I lower my eyes. I chew without tasting. Everything seems blurred to me. Clara continues.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in, Taren." Kiki had just pulled the blanket up over herself when a strange man walked in, wearing a winter hat and coat, dripping with snow. He held a package and looked down at a slip of paper. "I'm looking for a Miss Kiki Long?" "I'm Kiki," she replied, sitting up in the bed. "May I help you?" A broad smile spread across his face. "I have a delivery for you from-." He paused to look down at the slip once more. "- a Mr. Frank Long of Beverly Hills, California."