Mila Kunis Novels & Stories

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

KARA I was done losing it. Every headline, magazine covers, every society column and conversation. Somehow, they all found their way back to Milly. I tossed another glossy magazine onto the coffee table. There she was again, standing beside Declan Laurent in a cream-colored gown, smiling at someone off-camera. The headline made my stomach turn. WASHINGTON’S NEW ICE QUEEN CONTINUES TO CHARM THE ELITE. Ice Queen? I let out a bitter laugh. “Please.”

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Suddenly, my covers were ripped away from my body and a glass of ice cold water was thrown on to my face. “What the Hell Keena!” I sat up so fast I felt my head spin, but my glare was directed at my younger sister standing at the foot of my bed, her expression equally bone melting. “Oh no, don’t you dare ‘what the Hell’ me! Do you have any idea what you’re doing? How your mistakes are ruining the image of the entire family?” Keena, Kareena Tyson Miller, glared at me with her grey-ish blue eyes, her dark hair with metallic blue highlights reached just above her shoulders and her brick red floral printed dress came to a few inches above her knees. From outside, no one would be able to tell tha

She had three now that she made and all was to her liking, but her most favorite was the new one– the pastel blue dress that had long puffy sleeves, a length that did not reached her ankle, and a small ribbon on the back of the waist. She had now things she never owned before since she chose to separate herself to the convent, and she could do things now they did not allow but she yearned for like singing songs that were not related to their belief, dancing, she had never dance before, and dreaming. She dreamed of Michael all the time. It had been a few days when the knights barricaded the gate of the convent disallowing her sisters to visit Hana. But not Mathilda. She had sneak out twice no

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

I’d rather not admit that tiny detail, but if I didn’t tell you about it, Mary Sue probably would and she’d undoubtedly embellish it to the utmost point of embarrassment, so there you have it. If all of the other bullshit Nick Jin put me through didn’t make me want to plunge a sharp, cold knife into his soft, moist gut, that tactic certainly put the jackass on my top list of people to kill. Who else is on the list? Well, aside from pretty much all of humanity, Michael Bay for crimes against ‘80’s and ‘90’s pop culture, and Winona Ryder for being a brat.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out. " Woah!! Nicki you look like a fairy princess" merrissa said " You look like a mermaid" naina said " You guys should look very closely, can't you see she looks like a gangster, a crazy one at that" silver said and they all burst into laughter, except for Nicki who frowned her face. " That's not funny" Nicki pouted " Did you just pouted" silver asked " Nooo" Nicki denied. " But I saw it , you look so cute when you pout" silver cupped her cheeks and Nicki yanked her hand off her cheeks and they all laughed......

Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically. "I'm not shy. He does make me shy" Mila looked anywhere but at me. I smiled inwardly. So I did make her shy huh? "Cute" June smiled. "Your fiancéé reminds me of one of my students. Camilla looks to be a high schooler, or atleast graduated. What school did she finish from?" Cameroun asked me and I became temporarily mute. "Ermmm... What's the school again?" I asked Mila who looked like she was struggling not to laugh.