Little Miss Fabulous Novels & Stories

If only he would have told her about his plans then she would not have a hard time creating excuses for it. “I have never seen William Fajardo up close, how handsome was he?” Missy giggled. “Uh–, he’s okay?” “He is not okay!” Missy yelled, disagreeing to her best friend’s words. “He is drop-dead gorgeous and my B–F–F caught the biggest fish alive!”

He just called me incompetent! "You know what? I missed my chance. Take a good look at me honey," she did a dramatic twirl, making sure her ass flexed real good right in front of his eyes for longer that her body. She pulled lower her dress so her cleavage would take a whole new form of visible, "Yeah, shit happens, and you just missed your chance to get the best guide and employee this fucking country has to offer!" She flipped back her hair and walked away. No one gets the last word on Omashola Adunfe Fadaunsi! Absolutely no one!

Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic. Her bleached blonde hair fell to her shoulders, which worked well with her unblemished complexion which was tanned to a deep golden bronze from hours of worshiping the sun in a wide variety of skimpy bikinis. At the age of 24, she was what one might refer to as a trophy wife.

Irene glanced at Bryce, then back at the models, "Why are you so sweaty? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. The smell makes my stomach hurl." "Really? Do you want us to go home?" "No. I'll be fine," Bryce gazed at Fabe, sitting close to Stephen. She acts like she doesn't know me. Fabe caught Bryce's eyes and ignored them. The rest of his family are prying on her too. They can think whatever they want, but she's enjoying the look on their faces for her. "Mom, did you see her gown? That is worth half a million. The queen herself owned a piece of that, and now, Fabe? How could she!" Lady Sophie was examining every detail of Fabe's outfit.

...And sure enough, it was Luna! The slim, curly-haired woman had an haute couture gown on, and with how naturally attractive she was, everyone soon had their eyes on her as well. Fabiola herself was quick to exclaim, “Luna! You’re even prettier than I remembered! Dang, you’ve gotten much bustier too! Come on, let me cop a feel!” Chuckling in response, Luna replied, “Maybe you should be dating me instead of Mr. Robinson…”

"Seriously, Belle. I can't believe how powerful Catherine's manipulating ability is." I heard Margareth say as they entered the restroom of the office. "I know right. If only Miss Gabriela knows that she's after her man, I'm sure that she'd wipe the floor with her." Belle answered with a slight giggle. I remained quiet inside the cubicle. I don't want any more drama, especially coming from these two. I waited for them to finish and go out before I opened the cubicle door.

Like I don’t belong in their world. “So, Miss Townsend, any man in your life?” Nicole’s eyes glitter — she’s just fishing for gossip. “No, I don’t.” “Oh, that’s surprising. A beauty like you should have a man.” Her words drip with sarcasm. I know she wants a reaction. She wants to rattle me. But I can’t care today. “Miss Townsend,” Elizabeth says with her grating voice, “you should probably tone it down with the colors. I saw you wearing a pink outfit this week.”

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

Continuation……. Everyone was nervous for themselves but another side was Nella who was also in search of who was going to be chosen but nervousness wasn't there on her face. The manager flipped the page, took a deep breath and said “So, Now everyone. The Assistant who has been chosen by Noah and all the heads by your marks and the interview you gave inside. And with it ‘Nella Fernandez' is a girl chosen by Noah and everyone as her interview appearance was unique and great from all".

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my