Ra Michaels Novels & Stories

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

I said. " okay then......you can take my car.....you have any cash?" she said. " is that an insult?" I asked. " Sis, do you even have to ask him.....he's the famous MIA, an ASP for that matter.....don't even compare your salary to his" Grace intervened. " thank you grace" I said. " I'm just asking" Vickie said. " well you don't have to" I said. " fine.....do whatever you want"

A little disappointment was noticed in his voice, when turning to his brother for opinion. The brother said something too, in the same tone and that was it. But Magdalena was not punched this time. This incident and many more like this were mostly what she remembered from her childhood. I said "mostly," because she had an aunt too, aunt Tamia, who had somehow managed to stay respected in the family because she had a facial defect and everyone believed this was a god mark on her, and that's why they let her find a work. Tamia had opened a tiny souvenir shop in the center of the village and traded with different staff, including the dolls she got for the girls.

Every human being has the urge to love and with that the need to be possessive towards the one they love. In that sense, Michelle is the kind of woman that can drive men towards murderous thoughts, a real Delilah. Enough of that. Tonight Alec will get another chance, and this time with none other than the Reverend's daughter, Mia Evans. She is a beautiful girl with tick luscious black hair, tanned skin, and a pair of breasts and legs that would put Mariah Carey to shame. Mia is the local gym's in-house physiotherapist, she is shy, withdrawn, and does not talk much.

“I’m willing to have you go to Bria’s memorial ceremony to honour her memory. Just stay out of people’s sight – I don’t want anyone to get angry or hurt you.” “Andreas,” she breathed, her voice trembling with happiness. Then the brightest smile I’d seen on her face in years lit Michaela up like the sun. She leapt forward and embraced me. “Thank you,” Mica said joyfully into my neck, before grabbing my face in both hands and kissing me so hard that I nearly fell off the bed. But imbalance didn’t seem to bother her as she devoured me hungrily, licking into my mouth and overwhelming me with her sharp evergreen mate-scent.

She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh. "She looks so comfy" Mira says, breaking our conversation to look at Quinn, chatting with Elijah and putting on a show. "Watch this" I say getting up from my chair. I walk over to them, catching the eyes of Elijah, he watched with curious eyes as he sat there with Quinn, he looked so miserable, but I guess he had such a big heart, he couldn't just get up from her presence. "What do you want?" Quinn asks, glaring at me through her lashes,wow, natural ones today.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.

The floor felt like it had opened up beneath me. His voice cut through the room like a cold blade, each of the words filled with venom "I Reject Rachael Snyder as my Mate. She is just an outcast who no one wants, so why should I be the one to be mated to such an unfortunate being.", Mike growled, stepping off the stage to meet the gaze of everyone present. "Don't be fooled by the name sir. She is an original, that's what the moon goddess told me.", Sari urged him to revoke his sentence but he didn't care any more about it.

She looked the richest too. Though the note of sarcasm in her voice was incredibly irritating, Rachel managed a polite smile as she replied, “Uber is fine.” “Rachel, Wennishe is making a pile on Periscope now. She’s the most famous anchorwoman on that app!” exclaimed a chubby girl. She was gazing at Wennishe with total admiration. Rachel recognized her. She was Mia Irvine, the girl who sat in front of her in her ninth grade. “Is that so? Congratulations, Wennishe,” Rachel calmly responded.