Kim Sheena Novels & Stories

“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.

Not in a loud way—more like the kind of beauty that came with confidence, bright eyes, and an energy that felt slightly unhinged in the best possible sense. “I’m so sorry,” she said, smiling wide, “but if I don’t compliment your outfit right now, it’ll bother me all day.” I blinked, then laughed. “Thank you. It’s my first yoga uniform.” She gasped. “First time and you already look like you belong on the brochure? Rude.” I shook my head, amused. “I’m Keisha,” she said, placing a hand over her chest dramatically. “Professional over-sharer, lover of yoga, and proud survivor of my first downward dog.”

I've been busy and haven't had time to read fashion magazines or participate in this group. I am focused on my acting and music career than being a fashion icon. I faked my smile. "Hi. May I help you? " I ask politely. She grins. "I'm Sheena Jones. I enjoy your music and drama series in particular. Can we take a photo? I mean, if it's okay with you..." Sheena inquired. I nodded and grinned. George takes her phone. She was standing next to me, which was difficult since she grabbed my arms and mashed her huge boobs against mine.

Why the hell is he the one to make me feel this way? Running my fingers through my hair, I got up from the couch and tossed the cigarette out the balcony. I can't even let this attraction get in the way of my plans. You know what they say, “to get over another, you have to get under another "Deciding to look sexy for the first time, I wear a black leather skirt with a split in the front. A black knee-high boots, a White crop top and top it off with smokey eye makeup. Checking myself in the mirror, I'm concluding that I look good. Grabbing the keys to my car, I head for that one-man house. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

she thought to herself. Keisha stretched her body and then began to examine her breasts. While making a weird face, she was enjoying her morning until she turned to take one last look at Kiron. That was when she realized he had been awake all this while watching her grip her breasts and weigh them. She quickly put down her hands, turned to the other side of the bed and backed Kiron; she pretended she was sleeping while berating herself. Kiron giggled silently as he kept watching her, and he decided to come to her rescue.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

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.

he replied, still talking on the phone to his woman of the week. By the time he came back out, Sheena was cutting the pizzas. Travis walked over to the playpen, lifting each baby girl, kissing them. Chloe and Kylie giggled, their laughter soft and unaware. Sheena forced a breath and stepped closer. She wore skin tight leggings and a cropped top over a sports bra. Travis looked her over slowly. “Didn’t I tell you,” he said, “when you’re in this house, you don’t wear any underwear?” “Yes,” she said. “I remember. I was working out. I can’t work out with my boobs flying everywhere.”