Mikaela Straus Novels & Stories

I picked up a magazine, flipping over the pages, my eyes not straying from the sleek smooth laminated papers with images of models displayed on them. " As i had said earlier, you are clumsy. I didn't think that you would follow me down here, Marceline." - I paused my actions. I flipped the magazine shut, placing it back on the table. "So are you in...........or out." " But I'm not sure if it's within my job description to actually stalk people like that, especially top list stars like Miss Irina." - Bennett/ Marceline explained in a soft voice, her fingers adjusting the edges her glasses.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

We were just about to enter a room when a cold, calm voice echoed from the top of the staircase. “Jazper. You're here. Good to see you again.” I looked up. Mikaela Gibson. I’d studied her more than anyone. From the way her sharp brows angled downward, to her perfectly ironed hair, to the simple but expensive dress she wore. She looked like someone who didn’t miss a single detail, and didn’t forgive easily. Strict. Sophisticated. Quietly terrifying. “Mother,” Mr. Gibson said, his face unreadable. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even stop walking.

She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh. "She looks so comfy" Mira says, breaking our conversation to look at Quinn, chatting with Elijah and putting on a show. "Watch this" I say getting up from my chair. I walk over to them, catching the eyes of Elijah, he watched with curious eyes as he sat there with Quinn, he looked so miserable, but I guess he had such a big heart, he couldn't just get up from her presence. "What do you want?" Quinn asks, glaring at me through her lashes,wow, natural ones today.

she finally sighed, relaxing a bit. "just one more, baby that's all I need from you, the baby is almost here" Ace said to her, pushing wet locks of her hair out if her face. "Can't Ace" she was breathing heavily now, trying to regain lost strength. "you have to do this Mila, for me, for Roman, for the baby, come on girl, you can do it". Camila seemed to take his word of encouragement because she screamed loudly, pushing as hard as she could and the baby slipped right out. she sighed loudly and collapsed on the bed. She was out. Ace stared at her for a moment as the nurses rallied around attaching this and that.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Which means she was out there in the storm. Fück! I looked around the people still at the party and I didn't find her. I saw Rita so I stopped her. "Where is Makaila? Did you see her?" I asked. "I saw her run out just before the rain started. I asked where she was going but she totally ignore me. I am going to get Nigel. She being out there in that thunderstorm is dangerous." Rita said. "Go get Nigel. I will look for her." I said.

Maica Delmundo is a famous model, known for her long, slender legs and flawless skin. With her wavy, waist-length hair, sharp nose, naturally rosy lips, and an oval-shaped face, she possesses a striking beauty that captivates many. Her fair complexion, almost as if she were carved from ivory, and her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure make her irresistible. It’s no surprise that countless people admire her—even some of the most famous celebrities look up to her.

She summoned water from the humidity and created thin glass crystals that were sharper than blades. Reta managed to get away from it. However, Malaika was fast enough to split the elf’s clothing, revealing her naked upper torso. Reta almost cried in shame when the thousands of audiences saw her body. The cheering and taunting almost broke the stadium. Malaika laughed. “This is so funny! How about using your gross acid to cover yourself? Oh, I forgot. You are not resistant to it!” “I will never forgive you!” Reta was trembling in rage.

she muttered as she took a sip of her wine with a sharp movement. I sighed. "Kyara..." "What?" she turned to me with a raised eyebrow. "I'm just stating a fact, Belva. Our former best friend is standing at the same party as us, still acting like she never betrayed anyone." I couldn't argue with that. "Wow, I haven't even said anything yet, but I'm already getting a cold reception." That voice. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning around. Mikaela stood there, smiling a little, but her eyes were full of something sharper than just fake friendliness. Her red dress hugged her body perfectly, her blonde hair fell in soft waves, and her red lips curved in a sweet smil