Malenia X Miquella Novels & Stories

Although she looked more mature, she resembled the Mokunfayo of four years ago. The black, sequined dress barely reached her knees, it left her back bare. Her wavy brown hair cascaded beautifully down to her waist level. The custom made Mokunfayo gold necklace with expensive crystals embedded in them accentuated her elegant collarbones, her rather bland face had been transformed into a flawless diva's with makeup,her feet clad in silver six-inch stilettos... That Mokunfayo loved to live life to its fullest, the present Mokunfayo was but a bitter, empty barrel with an ironical name.

"Well, I told you that your father never fails." "Of course mother!" "I am very sure no one would be able to compete with me. Very soon, every girl in Country M will be wishing to be like me." Melina said confidently. Iliana who was still standing by the side looked down sadly as she remembered when her mother and father used to get her new dresses. She looked down at Melina's dress with a sad smile on her face. The dress was extremely elegant. It was a navy blue dress but as the dress flowed downwards, the dress had a lighter shade of blue creating an ombre effect.

He looked at Dima, lying beside him on the bed, then returned to his phone and began browsing social media. After several pictures on his phone screen, he scrolled to the top and saw a post on someone's account. It read: "I'm Mira, and this is my number. I'd like to get to know you. Serious relationship, paid for in cash." Below the post was a picture of Mira. She looked beautiful, wearing a sheer dress that revealed more than it concealed. Malik smiled faintly, his expression cold, and copied the number to his phone. He pressed the call button and glanced at Dima, who was lying asleep beside him.

“Be on guard.” “No need for that.” The mist parted, revealing a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. Melania stepped forward, her presence commanding and chilling. She was strikingly beautiful, with golden curls flowing over her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that seemed to glow like Nova’s. Her aura radiated power, suffocating the space around her. “Do not let her intimidate you,” Nova murmured. “Intimidate? Me?” Melania smiled. “Now why would I do that? Especially when you’re doing me the biggest favor, Xenia. Not everyone would be generous enough to give me their body.”

Messi narrated the Celeb he carried, she's a model She's more beautiful in Person than her picture have been seeing on the internet though she is unsteady in nature She is harsh now in the next few minutes behaving nice again. I don't know what to believe about her messi lamented "Who is the celeb that got my big brother attention,is she someone i know"? Martin's teased "My time is precious, I don't give my attention to fake people"Messi replied Martin's gave a gleeful chuckle "Just tell her name" She's lizzy by name,the trending model in modelling industry Martin's wide eyed THE NEW FACE OF THE OREB'S COMPANY.

Jimin said. Layla and Rhea curiously took in Megan’s appearance. She was so white and pale, that she would probably reflect light if you shone a torch at her. Her hair was mixed with blonde yellow and white, and it was curly and long, pooling around her waist. Her eyes were a pale, ice blue color. And her tiny lips were pale pink as well.

But Miqeila did not take Lana home. Having depended on Xavier for so long, Miqeila established a small modeling company. Although it was called a "modeling" company, it was really an establishment of entertainment. Miqeila was the madame, relying on Xavier's connections to send young models to the bosses of big companies and get hefty compensation from it in the process.

Makaila cooed, a tired smile spread across her lips. "Just like you." I smiled at Makaila. I bent and kissed our baby on her forehead. She suddenly stirred and opened her eyes. They were bright and blue, crystal clear like the oceans, just like mine. She also had brunette hair just like mine but she definitely had her mum's beauty. She gave me a crooked smile and my heart swelled in my chest. "What do we name her?" Makaila asked. "Sierra." I quickly said. "How about Crystal?" Makaila argued with me.

[ "It's another massive win for A&M Conglomerates. Last month, they added another company to the number of companies they already have and today, their beauty brand, Mikatin, has successfully launched their new products! Fans of Mikatin's beauty products can't take their eyes off the new foundation, color palettes, and different shades of lipsticks that were released back to back in just a week. My wife said I can't come home if I don't get her one but how do I tell her that the first batch has been sold out?" Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in a well-furnished office that was on the top of a fifty-story building, with a glass of sparkling wine, was an elegantly dressed woman. Her se

Malia She was filthy—her blond hair caked with dirt, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused. Her skin was pale, lips cracked, her limbs thin and shaking. But there was no denying it: she looked exactly like Lia Yewell. The real one. My heart plummeted. She blinked at me as though I were a ghost. She swayed on her feet and clutched the wall for support. “What…” I whispered, turning slowly to Rhedd. “What is this?”