Nadine Franklin Novels & Stories

"Maya Brown, what is wrong with you?" Lily shouted at the frail girl who was lifting heavy metals on the floor. "I'm almost done, you don't need to worry!" Maya said in an indifferent tone. "What are you almost done? Don't you know that today we are hosting a total of five packs in our territory?" Lily asked angrily. "So why don't you leave so that I can finish my work." Maya was not fazed by the woman's shouting. Instead, she found her more and more annoying.

Calms her nerve for a bit and wears her façade of a smile, when out of the blue someone that should be here in the first place is all entitled with the claims and words that Cath will have trouble upon. “Francine.” She controls her temper and composes herself as a professional journalist. “What a surprise! What are you doing here?” her immediate questions, expecting something from Francine that she will never like, for Francine is one hell of a b*** who thinks that everything revolves around the palm of her hands. “I didn’t come here for you Nadia.” Francine’s direct words and rejection of all of Nadia’s inquiries. Her bossy attitude with her cross arms and a complete look like a fashion que

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" 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.....

They knew how annoyed Nick got whenever Nadine was around. Ordinarily, Nick wouldn't mind a beautiful woman like Nadine visiting him daily. Nadine had lustrous black hair, eyes that were as brown as coffee, elfin facial features, and a body that was lean and toned, just how Nick loved his women. But Nadine did nothing but harangue and berate him whenever she came to see him. Sometimes, she even tried to foist her opinions on him as if it was Nick's fault that her boyfriend was missing.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Nadine ask biting off the grass on her plate. "Just some girl I don't know, light brown hair, olive skin, intimidating posture, rude, and caked up face," I say describing the girl to them. "Oh my gosh don't tell me you met with Quinn?" Nadine asked her jaw dropping. "I don't know who's Quinn?" "Really beautiful, shape of a goddess, perfect makeup, olive skin, intimidating--" Nadine was cut short by Liv. "She wore a high waist Jean and a crop top." "Yep that's the one, Quinn." I confirmed.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.