Mikaela Straus Novels & Stories

“It says here that we have to get married, why? I smiled, exchanging glances with Adam. “Allen doesn't know I am in town, well he knows that the president of my company is in town but he doesn't know me yet, so let's get introduced together, so that way we can easily cover our tracks, a little. I have moved on charade.” “I don't care,” Micheal blurted out as he took the pen and signed the book. “I am willing to do anything to bring down Allen and Joan and get my son back.”

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

Yellow fat duck. I lie back on the bed while she wiggles out of her tight dress. My heavy eyelids slide down as I recall those soft hazel, enchanting eyes. How his eyes tickled my soul like a spring breeze, yet hit me like a wild wave rushing from the ocean. "Do you like it?" Alex’s voice brings me back from my thoughts. I open my eyes and see her on me, straddling my waist in just her white bra and panties. Who wears a white bikini under a black dress? I question myself.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Alik agreed; he couldn't care less how Magdalena earned the money. Long before sunrise, Magdalena would get up with her daughter and go to work. She swept the stall, dusted the items, and waited for her first customers. The area didn't get much foot traffic, but she managed to make a few sales here and there. She kept her daughter with her all day, covered under a veil. Still, whenever a passerby caught a glimpse of the child, they would throw their hands up in shock and hurry away.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Cheryl eagerly tells her. "Who is Jessica Straus?" Her question made the entire group turn and look at her like she lost her mind. She honestly doesn't know who Jessica Straus is. "Miss Jessica Straus, one of the top models of Silhouettes Designs" Cheryl patiently explains upon seeing her genuine perplexity. "Oh, okay" She smiles but still doesn't recognize her. Her name doesn't ring a bell. "Here she is" Someone tilts the screen to show her the image that is flashed on it.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th