Kim Sheena Novels & Stories

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Goddess… here goes nothing. Kiara was the first to accept the call. "Hey Azura! It’s been a while. How are you?" She asked with a smile on her face. Kia, my sister, was the younger twin with Liam being older. She had shoulder-length sandy blond hair, with gorgeous eyes that were sage green with a blue ring around them. Plump lips and a gorgeous curvy figure to complete her goddess-like looks. She was a blessed wolf with healing abilities as well as the queen.

Kianna Trunt is her name, and former Abhaya Kienne Sahada is no longer with us. Hudson took the lead, with her close behind. She looked around and read every human movement; she didn't notice anything unusual, but everyone who passed by was staring at them. She was, in fact, wearing sunglasses. She wanted to laugh but didn't want to look like a lost model that day, so she followed Hudson's lead.

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.

Was she upset that the seamstress spoke? “Teyana,” I called her by her name.. She makes eye contact with me for the first time since I entered, revealing a silver eye color. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. “I am Sincere.” She lowers her head, giving me a bow before looking over at Lana. Lana stands off to the side of the overly large changing room. I could tell she was annoyed by our interaction. “Do you… like movies?” It was a lame start to a conversation, I know, but so far, this was the only thing I could work with.

Heath wonders how on earth any higher power or whatever thought that he and Kimmy were a good match. Because clearly, they were wrong. He and Kimmy are like orange juice and toothpaste. They do not go together in the least. She is odd. And childish. She wears hot pink tennis shoes, for crying out loud. She has on lime green shorts and a black cut up top over a hot pink and neon green tank that clings to her body. She looks like a backup dancer for an eighties pop music video. All she needs is crimped hair and a wrist full of scru- Nevermind. She has a damn scrunchie on her wrist. He sees it when she lifts her hand to push her hair back from her face.

Thanks for bringing it back; you cannot go" he said push me out and closed his human rock. I have nowhere else to go and I can't go back to Atlantica. It's so dark here unlike in Atlantica where the only dark place is the skull room. (ASHER'S POV) I was resting on my couch in the Beach House and surfing the internet when suddenly my door opened and I glanced at it to see a naked girl standing in front of the door and looking around the house. Suddenly she screamed out and started laughing. she looks so beautiful; she has a blue hair and her skin is so fair and spotless.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

That thought lasts exactly as long as it takes me to round the corner of the pool house and walk straight into Rita's new favourite audience. She's holding court by the drink table, three girls I vaguely recognise from the hockey team's rotating cast of admirers hanging on her every word like she's suddenly the most fascinating person alive. They've all got that look, the one I used to inspire back when I was the one people crowded around, the one that says they'd trade almost anything to be standing exactly where they are right now. "...and obviously it's a huge deal," Rita is saying, flipping her hair with a practiced little toss. "International campaign. Print, digital, the whole thing. M