Rena Ayana Novelas e Histórias

Then pulled down her dress as it was my fault she has no undies on now, I chuckled. “Hey, Sis!” I grin up at my favorite sister, Anya. She’s a current Vicky Secrets model. But took some time off to have her daughter, Brionae. Who’s a year old now. Anya is bouncing her on her hip. She grins at me.

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.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

I wouldn't ever admit this to anyone but I was kind of looking forward to seeing her around now. "Good Morning, Martha! Good Morning, Kayden. I'm sorry I'm late." Aviana says in a rushed tone as she settles down beside me. She has her hair up in a messy bun but a few strands are left to frame her sweet and delicate face. She is wearing light grey skinny jeans, a black tank top with her name written on the back and 'The Band' written on the front and black heeled-boots. "Good Morning, Aviana." I say with a smile on my face. This girl is changing me. I'm not a person who smiles a lot. Or at all.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I explained. She turned to me, and I snagged back. I could feel enormous danger signals emanating from her. Her aura was quite deep but not as deep as Ryu’s; the gap was much. I gulped down the fear that had been built up in my heart, facing her head-on. “And you are?” “Samantha, Alpha Ryu’s personal maiden.” I replied. “What happened to Timothy, and why is a lady his personal assistant?” She kept the questions coming. “Sir Timothy died by the sword of truth, and there’s no defender preference for being a chief maid. Any more questions?”

She bite her lips and brushed her hair ,she applied just lip gloss on her lips and smiled at the mirror "So pretty" She said After getting ready,she left the room. She checked on Alex and Casey to make sure they are fine before going downstairs. She got outside and Jay was already waiting "Wow" he muttered,staring at Annabella "You wanna go blind if the boss see you" Theo hit his head and Jay chuckled "Please dobt tell the boss" Jay immediately said Annabella only looked away feeling embarrassed Jay opened the car door for her and she entered,Jay got into the driver's side and drove out of the island.

Mary walked to stand beside Edith, then turned back to the carriage. Anaya then stepped out. And cameras started to flash. Anaya wore a golden yellow dress and packed her hair in a ponytail. The dress had a long slit that extended from the bottom of the gown to her lower thighs, and she wore light brown glass heels. The upper half of the dress consisted of a golden yellow piece that extended from her waist to her cleavage, and a translucent piece that extended from there to her neck. The dress’s sleeves weren't completely connected to the dress, so the shoulders were left open.

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.