Novel & Cerita Little Miss Fabulous

Ysabella exclaimed. “I know that Miss Ysabella. I know that you are the face of BC Models and you are its most important talent,” Clarissa said. “Stop it now Ysabella. If you have any problem with Clarissa being the finale model for the fashion week, why don’t you go to the producers and assert your claim? I will be forced to have the security take you out of here if you don’t cease doing these nonsense things.” Bamby had become so annoyed. "Then go ahead and do it, Bamby. If you do so, we'll see who will be disgraced. Keep in mind that I am this agency's queen. And neither you nor this rookie and inexperienced copycat can change it," Ysabella remarked.

When they disengaged, Abigail pointed to me, “This is my granddaughter-in-law, isn’t she so pretty?” “She is,” Florence agreed. She held my hand and muttered, “I have seen you on TV. You look more beautiful in real life.” “Not as beautiful as you who was Miss World seven years ago,” I replied instantly. “You are good at flattery,” she looked away shyly. I didn’t lie about that. Florence Webb was Miss World seven years ago and she started her company around that time. She was famous then but that wasn’t the main reason behind her success.

“I'll give you 10 minutes, I'll wait out front.” “One more thing, no need to wear the maid uniform, just casual clothes.” Oliver got up from his seat and left Sophia alone. “Then I won't take a bath.” Sophia quickly ran to the pavilion, she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, there was no time to take a bath. Oliver was waiting for her now, she didn't want to be late again and add to her punishment. Meanwhile, a group of maids could be seen gathered in the back garden. They were sweeping the lawn while gossiping without Farrah's supervision.

I laugh. “Okay everyone I hope everyone has voted because now it’s time to announce this year’s prom king and prom queen!” our principal announces onstage. Everyone cheers in excitement. “Prom king, is James Shaw.” That was expected. Who wouldn’t vote for him, he’s the freaking golden boy here.. but I know he’s just an asshole. He skips towards the stage and gets his sash and crown from the principal, “Prom queen, is Jana Hill” everyone cheers again. She’s the head cheerleader in our school. “And now they shall dance..” They both walked to the center of the dance floor and danced to a slow song.

He was ruthless and so insensitive! Dearest Miss Pretty: You're wrong when you thought I did not notice the change of your style. You actually looked good in your outfit that time but I guess you don't have to change just for me to like you. You just don't know how adorable you are just simply being you.

Fabby> My sweety pie, the only girl that makes my heart skip, the Love of my life, my cup cake, my wonder woman. I began to blush. Me> Stop it. Fabby> the one I don't get tired of talking to, the sugar in my tea, my tomato jos, the most beautiful girl in balliol college. Me> Fabby, just stop it! Fabby> The most amazing woman in the world, the girl that can trade me for food, the only catarrh in my nose.... I scrunched up face. Yuck! I know he was only saying all that to make me blush and get angry at the same time.

“I’m just here to spice things up.” Caleb leaned in. “Wait...you have a crush?! On who?!” Fab held up a finger. “Rules of the game, boys. No extra questions.” She pulled out her phone with a dramatic flair. “Fine. But you all owe me.” I was already laughing. This night was about to be superb. Fab hit record, cleared her throat, and said in the most sultry, dramatic voice she could manage: “Hey... just wanted to say I had a dream about you last night. Call me curious.”

“I am not like you, Fabulous. I know what I have, and there is no wrong in using it to get what I want.” Fabulous scoffed. “Not that it’s wrong, but you’re using the wrong name for it. It’s called whore. If you don’t understand, I can print out a piece of paper with the meaning.” Kathleen hit the table hard, her well-polished nails ruined. “You shouldn’t be here.” Fabulous agreed with that. “Yes, but unlike you, I was closer to the Williamses.” Emilia held Fabulous back. She knew her best friend too well. Fabulous was not the type to back down in the face of danger, and for someone he despised so much, Emilia could see the bickering between him and Katleen lasting hours.

It was such a pity that even though there were plenty of noble young ladies who wanted to marry Sebastian, none of them were able to compete with the lower-class woman who was pregnant with his child. Ten years had passed since then. The little prisoner back then, a woman who did not even know who her father was, unexpectedly occupied the position as the wife of the Ford Group's director for ten years without being threatened at all. The only thing was that Missus Ford had hardly made an appearance in the past ten years. She almost never attended any of the public occasions for the Ford Group, but was it because she was unwilling to attend? Misty could not help but find it hilarious. Sabrina

After she sat in the car, she received an email detailing an event that she had been interested in since the very beginning when she was still in the Adams family. It was a pageant for uprising female entrepreneurs in the business world. It was the Miss Misty Pageant. I'm too shy for this. She thought. Just as she was about to put her phone back into her bag, she decided to look at the names of the females who made it to the finals in curiosity. The Miss Misty contest was held once a year and it was common knowledge that the competition was specially organized for the uprising females. She saw a few familiar names on the list. There was Hannah Trixian, Carmen, Diana and Hilda Adams?!