Mila Kunis Novels & Stories

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 felt so happy that she didn't realize she had scrubbed her entire body three times in the shower. It wasn't that she didn't care about being able to leave this island but there was something about that uniform. It attracted her, she wanted to know what it felt like being called a barrette. It was a great honor and she would become a hero to not only her country but others as well.... Anna put on her trainee uniform "Today is the last day...." She tied her hair and looked in the mirror one last time. She turned around and looked at the photo at her bedside and smiled "Li Chen....I'm almost there..."

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

At that moment, Marcus absolutely wanted to pin Roderick on the ground and beat him up aggressively. Roderick, however, did not look at Marcus but only at the actress. "Mila, right?" Mila immediately nodded. "My name is Mila Murphy, and I'm from Northern Muslon. My skin is a little sensitive, so I'll often put on a lot of makeup. I have acting experience, especially acting as a vicious supporting actress. I have a rich experience in this. I don't have a high demand for the pay. I just want…to be friends with Master Marcus."

I’m about to press for more information about William or sidestep Luke to go find out for myself when the door behind him flies open and Mila glides into the room with the air of a goddess arriving at her temple. God, she’s gorgeous. The black fitted dress she’s wearing gleams like it’s got diamonds stitched into the very fabric, and makes her smooth skin appear more porcelain and flawless. And talking of diamonds, there was one around her neck, and two more hanging from her earlobes. I’m not even wearing any jewelry; I realize. Only the ring William had given me, which I keep fidgeting with now. Her tawny blond hair cascades down her shoulders in beach waves; ever so silky, ever so shiny. H

“You will not believe how crazy today’s casting went.” Aria tried to pull up a smile. “Oh? You're modeling again?” “Mm-hm.” Mila leaned against the counter, dropping her designer tote beside her. “They wanted ‘ethereal but grounded,’ whatever that means. So I had to pretend to be a fairy who pays rent. I swear, the things we do for exposure.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Anyway, the casting director said he’d 'be in touch'. Which means he won’t.” she used her perfect almond shaped nails to make air quotes.

All he proved was that I made the right choice by bringing Camila here. “Why are you in such a good mood?” a woman’s voice asks sardonically. Sitting up, I see that Mila has arrived. She’s wearing her typical outfit—I’ve never seen her in anything else—a pair of black jeans and a black tank-top, her cropped jacket shining the way well-worn leather does. Her short, raven-black hair bounces as she approaches. With her snowy skin, she might as well be a walking monochromatic photo. “I just learned I have the trump card to ending Yannick right here under my roof.”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

MILA Sophomore Year “Hi! I’m Mila Davis. I am a strong, beautiful, black girl and I don't need…” I looked down at the text message from my friend, Gabe, who hasn’t been to school all week. Affirmation for the day he texted. I cleared my throat and looked back into the mirror. “...and I don’t need validation from anyone but myself.”