Kimora Lee Simmons Young Novels & Stories

"You reject me and then cozy up to some unknown guy. What, does he surpass me in some way? Can he satisfy you in bed better than I can?" "He's better than trash like you!" "Alright, today I'll show you if I'm trash!" Simmons shut off the phone and threw it aside. He grabbed Liora's throat and, with a wicked glint, said, "When did Simmons endure such humiliation from a woman? After all these years of playing with countless women, Liora, who does she think she is? With that sexy appearance, isn't she just there for someone to enjoy, pretending to be innocent!"

He hurriedly kissed her on the forehead, got into another car, and drove off. On her way home, Jenna received an unfamiliar text message as soon as she turned on her phone. It was a screenshot of a chat that included a photo. In the photo, Luna was wearing a spaghetti-strap slit dress and leaning against a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind her. Her left leg was slightly bent as she looked hazily into the camera. Luna: [Mr. Simmons, you just recovered from a serious illness. Now, it's time to make your choice.] Luna: [Are you going to teach me a lesson or are you going home with your wife?]

Another appeared, then another. I sighed. Praying silently for this show to be over already. Then the woman sitting beside me leaned closer. "Mr. Adams?" I looked at her. She smiled. "Hi... it's me, Judy Lee. We met at the Paris gala—well, not met exactly, but we made eye contact. I'm the winner of America's Top Model 2025. The first Korean American to win it. I've followed your company for years. I am a big fan." "Nice to meet you." She laughed softly. "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

she answered. The men turned to each other and a grimace was plastered on their faces. “Come in.” They opened the gate wider and allowed her in. Phase one complete. What that motherfuckers don’t know is this. The story is right, Neva Simons owes them money, and yes she has a daughter in a different pack. But Leyla is not the daughter, she is there to take them out. Entering the gate, Leyla yanked out her mini knife from her knife, without blinking, she kicked one of the men, her claws driving into his ankle while she drove her knife into the other guy’s neck, killing him right there.

“How could I ever hope for someone who never even truly knew who I was.” Grayson stopped right in front of her. His gaze was cold, sharp, cutting like glass. “I just want to make sure of one last thing,” he said flatly. “What’s your name?” Kimmy looked at him for a long moment, then answered in a trembling voice, “Kimmy Chandra.” The entire room fell silent. Kimberly stood beside Grayson, pretending to look down, but the corner of her lips curved faintly. Grayson let out a short, bitter breath, his eyes fixed on Kimmy in disbelief. “So it’s true. You really are a liar.”

“Will he be upset? Ehhh, it’s hard to say, but I can say without a shadow of a doubt that he’ll be floored by your announcement. He’ll love it.” The pitter-patter of feet interrupted us. “Ms. Simone, Nori told me no, and she did this.” Kiyah paused to demonstrate ‘fuck you.’ Simone plastered a wide smile on her face and passed the straightener through another section of hair. “Thank you, Kiyah. Tell Nori I’ll be down there with the slipper.” I snickered at the thought of Nori’s face when she received Simone’s threat. Simone was sugar, spice, and everything nice, but she was also big on discipline, unlike her fiancé.

Maybe I really wanted to go home, and didn't notice it immediately, I just only realized when we had already left the bar. I am Kimora Beatrix Lucien Gomez, daughter of the fucking Alessandro Gomez. I can't just agree with what men want. That will never occur. The moment won’t come. Never in my current lifetime and never in the one after that. I have already sworn that for a long time. On Monday, I got out of bed early. I have to commute since I don't have a car. I decided to have breakfast at Starbucks first. I was quietly eating my ensaymada when some guy approached me.

the voice responded assuredly. "Good! I'm giving you guys another chance. Just make sure you don't disappoint me. I'll send you some money now," Kimara said and hung up. She removed the sim card from the phone and broke it into shreds before disposing of the pieces of it. She walked straight to the mirror and looked at herself. She discovered that her makeup was now messy, so she applied a new one before leaving the room.

”C-Can I still be Mrs. Simmons?” Lily looked at her broken wrist. Kiran smiled without saying anything. Lily realized that he was giving her a choice. She kneeled in front of Kiran and said, “Mr. Kiran, if you let me be Mrs. Simmons. I’ll do anything you want and find out all the Simmons family secrets.” Thud! Lily groveled at his feet. She was no longer arrogant in front of Kiran, nor was she as menacing as she was when she beat up Yvonne. She was like a pitiful stray dog, wagging its tail and hoping that Kiran would cure her.

It has heavy embroidery on the hems of it. Nervously, I bite on my lip. Yuvaan should be down stairs. But I haven't received any messages and call from him. " You're looking beautiful. " I say to Sim. She's wearing a maroon red lehenga with twenty-two k golden jewellery. She pressed her dark red lips together, " You're looking more beautiful. " She stares at me.