Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

It has been a long time, 8years is not 8days. She was wearing a thick designer shirt and black tight skirt that was just above her kneel, which contribute in exposing all hiding shapes. She has sexy legs, wearing a black shiny shoe that matched up sigh her dress. She was wearing her medicated eyes glass. She glaucoma, so she can't live without it. Everything on her body cost millions, from her wrist watch to the diamond neckless, not forgetting the phone she was holding I shouted immediately I saw her. She rushed to me and we hugged. She smelled so nice as I hugged her.

He looked at her , she was wearing a black maxi dress, it was a normal dress . Sia turned toward him with a smile , the bright light reflected on her face , making her look more beautiful and attractive . For a second , he could not think of anything else except her. She looked at him who is staring at her ,suddenly a blush come on her face under his intense gaze . He cleared his throat and asked:" Let's start ". She nodded and took her seat . They are sitting on the round corner ,and eating silently . Suddenly he asked her something which make Sia shocked .

She wasn’t wearing any make-up nor any jewelry – making her simple yet sexy. Tamara, on the other hand, was wearing a midnight blue halter dress with diamonds around its waist. She matched it with a black three-inched T-strap pointed heeled shoe. Her hair was braided in a side pony style tied in a black ribbon. Like Shahara, she wasn’t wearing any make-up or jewelry. She couldn’t wear her gift to her, though – it didn’t match her look – even though she wanted to always wear it. “Are you okay, ladies?” Aunt Rania warmly looked sideways to check on her and Shahara.

his voice was high now and he banged his fist unto the table “Complete and total hypocrites, yet somehow, somehow, I’m the bad one” he let out a short and hollow laugh “Unbelievable” “You’re watching it again” a voice came from the armchair diagonal to him. Priya sat there with a laptop balanced on her knee, not looking up. Her full name was something nobody in this circle used. Priya wasn’t even her real name, matter of fact, she wasn’t even of Asian descent She had chosen it herself years ago, and worn it so consistently, even her parents now call her by the name

] [Quest Update: Minister’s Secret Weapon Activated. [New Target Identified: Minister Supanee (Mother).] [Host Readiness: Optimal.] An hour later, Pim stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of a crisp white shirt. The bruise on her cheek was faintly visible, but the tailored lines of the expensive silk trousers she now wore seemed to mock it, elevating her. Chalida, still in her rumpled designer dress, watched from a plush armchair, sipping a glass of iced water. Her face was pale, her expression a mix of exhaustion and simmering resentment.

” Priya called. I watched Reeve’s throat move silently. I stepped closer and her breath hitched. So close now, I could see everything. The gold flecks in her brown eyes. The faint birthmark near her temple I’d never noticed before. The way her pupils dilated slightly when I moved into her space. Her lips parted slightly. ’This is just for the cameras, your reinstatement. Get it together, Zane.’ “Action!” Priya said. I leaned in, she stood frozen, barely breathing.

“You’re just jealous I can pull these off.” “No, no, darling,” Priscilla said, dramatically fanning herself with a straw hat she had purchased earlier. “It makes you look like a disgruntled lobster. Go for the oversized ones. They scream, ‘I am obscenely wealthy and have not slept in three days.’” “That is the exact vibe I am going for,” Anna declared, turning her head this way and that in the mirror. She settled on a pair of oversized, circular frames that hid half her face. “Sold. Ten bucks, right?”

Ciara Mendes Standing in front of the mirror, I gaze at my reflection, questioning whether I had chosen the right outfit. I decided on a light pink long-sleeve lace-front crop blouse paired with black skinny jeans and a set of peep-toe knee-high boots. Even though my hair was already straight, I flat-ironed it to perfection. To finish my look, I put in silver hoop earrings and added a touch of gloss to my lips.

She looks stunning in her black and gold gown, her braids are pulled up into a bun on top of her head with golden beads through them. “Wow, Nari you look stunning” I feel myself heating up under her gaze, still not completely used to compliments. “Thank you, you also look stunning” I say as she comes to stand by my side, we both look at ourselves in the mirror. We stand in a comfortable silence side by side, both saved by a Kazimir Prince, both in love with men who stepped into our life and changed everything. Mama comes in looking as elegant as ever in her pale blue gown with a detailed pearl design, and her own tiara. Her red curls are pulled up and away from her face with a few stray curl

I put them on. I make a playful twirl and turn to Pam. I grin at her. “Now, I’m ready!” “I guess this is finally it,” Pam announces for the eight time. She’s looking at her reflection in front of this huge mirror. She is currently wearing a point black hat and a flowy black dress, basically a witch costume. I’m just standing in the far corner, watching her. I absentmindedly touch the fabric of the pile of curtain in the shop. “You haven’t chosen anything yet?” she asks, not turning away from the mirror.