Nakita Johnson Mga Nobela at Kwento

The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details. I quickly skimmed the information, taking in the key points. Her real name was Violet Paige. She worked as the CEO of a multinational corporation, a position of power and influence. She was 36 years old, married, and had no children. Her net worth was an impressive $50 million. I felt a thrill at the thought of conquering such a powerful and successful woman.

Jake. Johnny had been right. The sandy haired woman with wide and sharp eyes was quite the looker. The photo I had seen before did not do justice to her in a way. She was way more beautiful and warm in person, especially when wearing a casual red dress and heels. Her hair fell down the sides of her face in beautiful curls and her smile could melt the coldest heart. Had I met her first, I would have totally taken her. But Katarina Hayes belonged to my friend Johnny Knightley. Johnny and his beautiful girlfriend had decided to come to New York for a vacation. He also wanted to show her everything the big apple had to offer. As his best friend, I was one of those things.

Ariana answered. Don't mind her. Ariana Knight is known as one of the most manipulative and shrewd businesswomen around New York. She is also known as the dark beauty. She keeps her enemies down on her feet by attacking them with her sweet words first then hits the bulls eye by her fabulous acting. She is quite expert in this section. "That's great! Now let's talk about what we can do to make it possible." Olivia said with a clap of her hands.

The lady wore a sweet and genuine smile and waved her hands to the people in the crowd. This lady is none other than the famous, mysterious, and most loved top one model of the country, Janeah Stanila also known as “Ms. Jah” who went silent for almost two months. No one knows where she went and what happened to her and the only thing that people know is that she already changed her manager which is her not that famous lawyer friend.

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

Well mostly Arianna. "Hi, mind if we sit here?" Arianna requests, blinking her eyes and sucking in a lip. Oh come on. Johnson eyes widen before scanning her body, his lips pull up in a smirk but drops when his eyes lands on me. I definitely didn't miss the flash of terror in his eyes. "Yes sure." He replies nonchalantly, waving us off. Johnson has medium-length dirty blonde hair, light grey eyes and was about six feet tall. He had regular features that could almost be called

Josh whines. Nancy, wearing a soft lilac dress with delicate lace details, smiled warmly. Reina, in a midnight blue dress that shimmered in the sunlight, adjusted her hair while glancing at Logan. The way they exchanged looks made me smile—they were in their own little world. I caught Nick’s gaze across the room. He looked like an Alpha already—tall, broad-shouldered, in a crisp black tux, his tie matching the red of my gown. His blue eyes, so vivid against his dark hair, were fixed on me, and I felt a thrill run through my chest.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

She was busy with something she couldn't recall when she heard a knock on the door. She had opened the door to meet a tall, well built man, with his head bowed like an ashamed begger. As she opened her mouth to ask who he was, the man raised his head. Her eyes widened as she gasped and covered her mouth with her palm. “I'm here to apologize,” the man informed her. He was Martin King, the man she had encountered on her way back from work. Caitlyn's hand left her face and she smiled. His sweet voice still sent sparks to her heart. She stared at him, feeling so sad that she had thought of him as a cold person. Standing before her, he looked so humble.