Novel & Cerita Krista Lenz

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

“Ma’am…” “I do not care what you have to say about this, or what you will have to do, but I want to find out who has leaked them, and where they have gone. Send me the websites and ads of the designs. The heels that I had prepared were customized for specific customers and the last thing I need is for them to lose their trust in me due to some childish mistakes.” I snapped before hanging up. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried clearing my thoughts, and shaking my head, I got up from the couch only to find Ezra walking out of the room wearing sweatpants.

"Minerva Galilei. Call me Gale. Not so mouthful, right?" Krystal is very much thankful that her mom used to force her to attend finishing school for adulting girls. If she wasn't, she could have gasp and feint right there. Ms. Gale ends up being Minerva Galilei, one of Cocha's and Vivwest's ambassador. Krystal beams. "I'm such a big fan!" She can't help but gush. "I've got that Never-Been-Spill Cocha tweed hat you endorsed way back 2007."

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Here Darius arranged for a few new dresses in different sizes to be bought to the spa. "His highness specifically told you to wear this dress queen Thea" the beautician handed over a pink dress with a sweetheart neckline studded with Swarovski crystals on the torso. It is skin-tight till mid-torso and flared around the hips and reach on to her knees. "Wow," Thea whispered. "Oh my God, it's so beautiful" the girls guesses all over the dress. All the girls selected from the dresses brought by the shop assistant. Amber selected a little black dress, Melanie choose a floor-length blue dress, Ophelia choose a dark green one which hugged her curves. All the girls look beautiful in their own right.

However, she raised her brow at Zander, then turned her back as if she had anticipated his move already, and continued her flirting with Patrick. Kristal’s reddish hair was spiky, and her dress seemed extra black somehow. She offered Elvie a frosty look, which the latter didn’t even bother to return. “So another divorce is coming, I believe, Zander?” Kristal rolled her eyes. She was by far one of the most outspoken feminists he knew. This entire evening was a big fuck-you from Matheo to everyone around him. Zander crooked an eyebrow. “I don't think it's your business, but anyway, I don’t make the rules. I just follow them. For now.”