Kim Fields 90s Novels & Stories

Daven sighed, rolling his eyes. "You don't look like a Luna, Kimberly. You're so embarrassing," Daven frowned, walking away, leaving me all alone in the center, shaking. He has always used the one thing he knows I am insecure about, which is my weight, to humiliate me every time we go out. Janet linked her arm through mine, talking through the pounding music. "Kimberly, I told you before to dump his ass." Janet was my best friend since childhood. She was one of those people who spoke their mind and openly pursued her goals; she was the kind of person who would kick your ass for staring for too long. She was known as "Miss No-Nonsense."

He quickly settled all business he had abroad—including a pregnant girlfriend—and hurried back to Southstream. He visited White Hall the very next day and was now in Kim's guest room. Taking a sip of a yellowed tea, he leveled a look of worry at Kim. "I heard the Yaffes were wiped out, so I was worried. It really keeps people on edge, the way those sect members go all out to slaughter each other." Kim, however, was completely distracted, only serving some plain tea leaves and not the ones she handpicked. "Yeah. It's not surprising given the terrible things they were usually up to," she murmured.

“And I might drag you off before your first song finishes.” I turned in his arms. Looked up at him. Close now. Faces inches apart. “I’m doing this for the money,” I said. Reminder to him. To me. “Not for you.” He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Keep telling yourself that, kitten.” Then he stepped back. All business again. Like the last minute hadn’t happened. “Kim K!” he called. “She’s ready.” Kim K swept back in. Two more girls trailing him. One carried a tray of jewelry—body chains, nipple clamps disguised as crystals, garters. The other held a black velvet box.

KIMBERLY Uncle Luca picked up Killian last night, I miss the little punk and his bugging. I wrap the rest of the remaining pie I just baked and decided to call Izzy. She picks up on the second ring "Hi Izzy, it's Kimberly." "Kim! Oh my God, hi sweetie how are you doing?" "Am doing great,how are you doing?" "Oh well, trying to be sane for my boy, i'm in miami doing shoots for a magazine."

Lysander might go through the roof later, but that was a problem for tomorrow. Kim parked the car in a narrow alley just off the main street, where the muffled thump of music and laughter spilled out into the night air. He led us to the club entrance, bypassing a long line of partygoers waiting to get inside. Heads turned, eyes filled with annoyance and envy. “Hey, there’s a line, you assholes!” someone called out behind us, his voice thick with irritation. Kim stopped, a dangerous gleam replacing his usual calm. He turned, the coldness in his eyes silencing any further protests.

As long as the public knew that she was not as good as Tami, he could justify his choice of Tami as his successor. Although Tami was reluctant, he had to compromise for his reputation. She dug up almost all the black history of Kim's and posted the ugliest picture of her. But she didn't expect that after these photos were sent out, they didn't bring a chance to change her reputation. The curiosity of netizens, even more, believes that Kevin is an old pervert who only looks at someone's appearance. Just when Kevin was so angry, in a rental house near Provence Hall, Kim and Lily were marking the cloth with tailor's chalk. Lily had already joined her entrepreneurial camp. She was a little exper