My Little Dashie Mga Nobela at Kwento

I almost wish I hadn't worn my new blue dress this afternoon because I can't possibly one up it at dinner. In lue of that I went with a long skin thight black dress I deemed both elegant and sexy. Dani wore blue. In fact, I've never seen her wear the cheerfull yellow that her name suggests. We walked together to the door of the mansion where a guard stood at attention to greet us. The wolves in waiting pulled open the heavy doors for us and the guard announced loudly,

he says with the most teasing tone over the phone. “Can you get them into the VIP?” I ask, and he laughs on the other side of the line. “Who do you think I am? An Amateur?” Dash asks, and before I have a chance to reply, he speaks again. “You know what? Don’t answer that. She is in the VIP, all drinks on you, and she is safe,” Dash tells me, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Exposing his dimples and white set of teeth as he smiled brightly. He's dressed in a beach short and long sleeveless shirt with the words "Die young." written on it. He's the lithe but muscular type of guy, tanned and the same height as she is, 5'4. His tanned skin looked great with his butterscotch brown hair. Avyanna nodded, acknowledging his greeting. She couldn’t help but ask if this person was scammed as he doesn’t look anything like a person who has the same profession as her.

Maya growled, itching for another go at her. Chelsea twitched by Breyona and I, her dark haired servant trailing after her. Chelsea's dress truly left nothing to the imagination. It was extremely low cut, and somehow just managed to cover her bottom. Not only was it sparkly, but it was a Peptol Bismol shade of pink. Add a silver pair of heels and a sash that says "Birthday Girl", and Chelsea's look is complete. "Maybe she'll find her mate tonight and back off Alpha Asher." Breyona shrugged, nudging me with her elbow.