Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

Past The flowers dropped by the doorframe and I peered into the room, confused. Priya’s black eyes are large as she clutches the sheets to her chest and her lips are swollen, injured, from kissing. Her neck is covered in purple bruises and hickeys. Her hair disheveled, her skin sleek with sweat.

Dara’s room, the room Priya had cleared in forty minutes, the room with the peace lily’s pot on the windowsill and two bags still not fully unpacked and the particular smell of someone who had moved in recently and was starting to make a space theirs. Priya walked her to the bed and pushed her down onto it and stood over her and reached for her shirt buttons. Dara watched her undo them with dark eyes and let her push the shirt off. Priya unclasped her bra and drew it off and looked at her, at her breasts, her stomach, the particular reality of her after ten years of almost. “You’re looking at me,” Dara said. “You’re worth looking at,” Priya said.

A flawless woman of great beauty who had a softness about her that made you immediately like her. Rhea Cheng had jet black hair, over a pale and slight set of delicate features. Eyes a little large for her elfin face but it somehow made for an innocent yet beautiful looking girl, that oozed a sense of vulnerability. Her eyes were darker brown than TangShi's, but with her neutral make up in peaches, and her stained rose lips, her eyes sparkled like black obsidian at the two women facing her. She truly was breathtaking and a little surreal, especially dressed in a cream floaty layered chiffon dress, and nude stilettos, that screamed of wealth.

Priya sticks her head in with her coat on. "Celebration eclair before I go? What's wrong with your face?" "Get two."

He looked up when she came in and his eyes moved over the navy dress and something passed through them that she read correctly as recognition. "Ready," he said. Not a question. "Completely," she said. Priya arrived at eight. She was smaller than Jade had imagined from her voice on the phone, a compact precise woman in her mid forties with sharp dark eyes and the specific stillness of someone who had spent twenty years in rooms where everything depended on saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right moment and nothing more. She shook Jade's hand and looked at her with an assessment that lasted approximately three seconds and apparently satisfied whatever it was measuring because she n

They laughed as she nonchalantly dared told the doctor off. April continued her examination, intrigued by this woman she had seen video calling her mother often. She rested her hand on her cheek briefly before carefully holding her dark aviator glasses, taking it off. She sharply gasped, cupping her face with both hands, staring into her emerald green eyes, finding them so beautiful, “You have the prettiest eyes… just like a princess!” Selena reflexively reached down, catching that glasses this little devil released in time.

Evelyn curtsied and walked away. Tears dropped on the glass frame, splattering on Kyra’s cheeks. Her eyes filled with light, and her smile was warm and loving. The crown on her head was made of sapphire, a color very similar to that of her eyes. Odessa could see it well; this woman was staring at something—someone—she loved as she posed for the camera. “I'm sorry.” She whispered and pulled off her heels, hitting the pointy end on the glass frame multiple times until it cracked and shattered. Odessa pricked her fingers multiple times as she tried to move the shattered glass pieces away from the picture.

I turned around, a genuine, warm smile instantly breaking across my face. Khalia was walking toward me through the crowd. She wore a casual, unstructured black linen blazer over a soft white t-shirt and dark trousers. Her dark hair was styled down, cascading elegantly around her face, and her glasses sat comfortably on the bridge of her nose. She looked spectacular, relaxed, and entirely within reach.

But Pakhi stopped her showing her palm, "Stay away..." Myra was so happy as well as excited, but Pakhi was different than she thought. A short and exposing dress, which hardly covered her thighs, and a strapless dress showing half of her breasts. Long and highlighted hair, dark makeup, and dark shade of lipstick. Big earnings and an expensive bracelet on her hand. Myra was just looking at a new appearance of Pakhi. Pakhi didn't touch the goggles even and her assistant came and took them from Myra. She threw the goggles in the dustbin nearby them.

Ria's assistant replied. "Okay, and also took some pictures, if he wanted to do something, then we can blackmail him by those pictures," Ria instructed her while they made their way towards the car. "Yes, I will," Ria's assistant sat on the driving seat while Ria sat in the back seat. "Great, let's go now," Ria's said, and Priti started to drive towards Goldern Heights Hotel, their destination. They both reached the hotel at the decided time. Ria was dressed in a black knee-length dress with High heels, and she was wearing a mask with sunglasses so that no one could recognize her.