Mi Precioso Novels & Stories

Finally after a few seconds, precious walked into the booth and wasn't surprised to see the dead body, she just walked to Cecilia and removed the cloth in her mouth. "Don't yell?" Precious warned with a stare before removing the belt on her hand. "I'm not surprised, but you are quite strong, most of them turn out dead" Precious said calmly and handed over a little bag to her, "I got you a perfect outfit, be fine" she said and walked out calmly. Cecilia was dumbfounded, she was clueless on what to do. ***** A playful lady who was sitting beside Mrs Sebastian in the plane dropped her cell phone and faced sideways only to be faced with Mrs Sebastian's smile and she was startled.

Following closely behind her was her mother, Mei Ji, gliding into the room as smoothly as a poisonous mist. ​In the past, Mei Ji was nothing more than a young servant in the Prime Minister's Residence. However, among the hundreds of women walking silently through the corridors of the grand estate, she was the most conspicuous—not because of her gentle demeanor, but because of her cunning and intoxicating beauty.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

His name is enough. "Yes, of course please come this way..." His smile disappeared and his face filled with discomfort. "Mr. Marino is waiting for you... I'll drop you there..." He said while entering the elevator. Bella looked around the high class Seven star hotel. People roaming around in expensive clothes and drenched in arrogance. "Ohh! Limited edition... How did you get that purse... It's worth millions..." The lady beside her exclaimed. Bella looked at her purse, same purse which Alex gifted her when they went for the shopping for the first time.

’ he asked, making me wonder where he was going with this. ‘Almost, why?’ ‘Well, hurry your pretty little behind, and I will meet you outside, if you need a hug, you know you can always grab a hug from me, Precioso.’ He used the nickname he so often called me, making me smile. ‘Especially if it is the only hug I am going to get for a little while.’ ‘Deal.’ I linked, quickly throwing the remainder of my things into my bag, before rushing down the stairs, dropping my bag by the front door.

Precious saw her waving hand and walked towards them. "Hello guys", Precious said and took her seat in between them. "I am so hungry", She said. "Can i get waffles, chicken, spaghetti mix with meatballs", She raised an order. "Sure madam", The chef responded. Precious dropped her bag on the table before she noticed Mia, "Mia, do you wanna see me also?", She asked. Mia and Emily gaze at each other as they exchange words through their looks. Emily slightly kicked Mia on her leg and she cleared her throat before she sat up.

He looked at me intensively, licked his lips, then turned towards the audience. "As our last item, we have prepared a rare delicacy! Even I can barely resist marking her while standing next to her! Our expert claims that she is like one in the million or billion even!" he called out while grinning. "We will start our bidding at five hundred thousand dollars…" I gulped.

What were they staring at? "Luc, you were not lying oh," Precious said, "she really wanted to go bareface." "I told you," Luc replied smugly. "Me?" I asked, hand on my chest. "No, me." Precious rolled her eyes. "Sidon jor!" She pointed to the edge of my bed. I scurried to take a seat, carrying Krystal on my lap. Krystal squirmed, then slinked out. I noticed he is not comfortable around Precious.

— Luna and Priscila burst out laughing. Seriously, am I the suspicious one? Priscila is obsessed with romance novels and always carries a book around. She’s constantly hunting for guys with green eyes. They have to be green. Go figure. Luna has been obsessed with Ace Montesino since high school—though now that we’re in college she barely sees him anymore, so I think that crush will fade with time.

“Hop up. You can pass me the big tin over there and help me put marshmallows in. Did you remember to wash your hands?” She nodded vigorously. “Good girl.” She smiled down at her and winked. “Uncle Keshaun won’t even notice if you ate a marshmallow or two.” The girl giggled loudly and stuffed several marshmallows into her mouth. “What is your name, love?” Famke asked her. “My name is Precious. I am five. My mommy and daddy died three months ago before my birthday. My Uncle Royal takes care of me now.”