Kim Sheena Novels & Stories

"I'm Kernan..... erm.. I mean Keenan. my name is Keenan. " "I'm Nivea but you can call me Ni for short." she said as she blushed. She's so perfect. All the way from her flowing curly brown hair all the way down her curvy body. I wonder if she's a smart as she looks. We ended up talking for hours on end and kept buying her drinks that she slowly sipped on. I found out her favorite things: Favorite pass time: watching movies on N*****x. Favorite food: Spaghetti and meatballs

Hoonie said sincerely. Sheena looked at him and smiled. “I love you too, Hoonie.” She replied. Hoonie leaned closer to her and then pulled Sheena’s body to his body by grabbing her waist. He slowly moved closer to her face and then closed his eyes. His lips touched Sheena’s lips. Sheena’s eyes widened. ‘This is my second kiss! Or should I say, first? My kiss with my ex was not real, right?’ Sheena thought. Sheena then slowly closed her eyes and kissed Hoonie back. She wrapped her arms into Hoonie’s body and they were kissing passionately.

I shouldn't have insulted you; I'm a jerk! [Sheena, please come back and allow us to apologize.] [I used to be stupid and brainless. I believed the nonsense news.] [I knew it; Sheena's not that type of person. She speaks so warmly and keeps her distance from male celebrities. Why would she act like that?] [Yes, Sheena filmed a movie with a popular and handsome male celebrity, and the most intimate moment they shared was a simple hug. Why would she act differently?]

the girl exclaimed. It was Kim, the sibling from the lake shore. She had more clothing on than the last time Lexi had seen her -- jeans and a short sleeve top -- but otherwise she looked the same as before. Kim was a little shorter than Lexi, which meant she was still tall for a woman. The girl's body seemed to scream sex -- curvy with wide hips and a chest that looked ready to pop off her body -- but Lexi also thought that might be a remnant of their shared history. Kim recognized Lexi immediately, of course. Her freckled face broke into a wide grin and, rather than be shy like a normal person, Kim immediately cheered and clapped.

The air was heavy with the scent of roses and other sweet flowers, their fragrance wafting through the air. She was dressed in an exquisite short skirt of pink silk and a silver blouse of lace, with delicate sparkles glinting in the light. Her hair was a cascade of gentle waves, with a few strands framing her face in an alluring, enticing manner. She was popularly known as Kristen Kim, the second-trending female celebrity in Canada. She had planned to give Alexander, her fiancé, a surprise proposal, and he lured to the hall through wrong information.

Natalie Greene. Kim knew what she wanted to do to fix everything. She booked an appointment with Keira for the next morning. Kim dressed in an off-white silk camisole, with pants and a cream blazer. She knew well how to dress to get sympathy. With minimal makeup and red eyes, Keira was swooning about her, asking for her well-being. “How could I be fine, Keira? I am a laughing stock. You know how the elite snobby bitches of our society act. I couldn’t believe one picture would do so much damage.”

"…until she transferred to our high school. We were juniors. "That's just fucking seventeen years old. Now I know that was young, but you know what? When you're seventeen, you know everything. Her name was—is—Tessa. She had the most beautiful light-chocolate skin. Her grandma was from Jamaica. She didn't have to work at her looks either. She had the genes, an amazing combination of exotic and all-American." Kimbra's blue eyes are now dry as she turns her hand palm up and we intertwine our fingers.

“Of course not, you’re not crazy--- “Or we all are” someone has cut Kira off. Kira looked to her left and when she followed who she was looking at, she saw another woman who had a very good aura. She is a bit shorter than them but she has a very slim body. She is wearing a sweatshirt and that’s the only time she felt the cool breeze from the shore. It is starting to get dark and it is really getting cold as the wind continues to blow. “I’m Keanna,” the woman introduced herself.

The acrid smoke from the melting candle wax had filled her lungs, making every breath a torturous struggle. Hannah rose from her seat and extinguished the candles, plunging the room into an eerie silence. As she returned to her chair, her expression had transformed from skepticism to curiosity. "Fine, I'll help you," she said, her voice measured. "Who is it you want me to see? What is her name, and do you have something that belongs to her?" Sheila's face lit up with relief as she scrambled to her feet. "Her name is Kimberly... Kimberly Silversmith," she replied, her words tumbling out in a rush.

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.