Lavinia Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anything asides that was plain disrespect and absurdity. She felt lighter, for as long as she could remember, Maria had been her own mood lifter. Who would do it if she hadn't? Andrew who was the main cause of it plummeting in the first place or a random bunch of people she had no interest in? She set her foot down from the bed, steadying it against the rug, and did the same with the other, a fleeting sensation of dizziness washed over her but only lasted a while. If she was in Jackson's penthouse she should at least take a tour for it looked too good to be true. Before her tour, a shower came first. She tottered to the visible door inside the bedroom, already sure it was a bathroom, what sh

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Arabella asked. "Nothing. It just feels real." "It is real, Vini." "You know I can't just accept that," Lavinia said. She turned to face Arabella but froze, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her gown was a deep russet color, grazing the floor even with her borrowed heels. At her waist, the silky fabric narrowed almost uncannily before widening out over her exposed cleavage. At her throat a high collar buttoned, attaching to long and lacey butterfly sleeves. Her dark hair was swept up, intricately twisted at the back of her head. Arabella had left a few wispy curls to frame Lavinia's face. As she eyed herself, she

"Vanilla, I've tried everything, Blu still won't slee -- Viola." Caden comes into view, and I gasp, then grin. "Caden." I say, quietly, and he smiles at me, and in there I see acceptance and forgiveness, I just need to learn to accept and forgive myself.