Richgirl Novels & Stories

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

They shrieked at the same time, so I covered my ears because otherwise, my eardrums might break. "Hey! Don't scream! Shame on you! You might make her deaf!" said Kristel. "Oops! Sorry idol, "they said while making a peace sign. "It's alright," I said. "I'm Beann Ryztle Arcangel" introduced the skinny, brunette who had chinky eyes. "I'm Rica May Rubin," said the skinny, beautiful woman. "I'm Nicole Ragusta," said the tall woman who was wearing eyeglasses. "Annyeong! I'm Lindsay Ann Castro. Beann's cousin" said the woman who is only of average height and looks like a silent type and obvious kpop fan.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

Roman looked up and stared very surprised. “what are you doing here, Ronald?” roman asked with a glare. Ronald laughed and took a seat beside me. The girl he was with sat beside Roman looking bored as hell, she was dressed in black giving off the bad girl vibe. “well, we heard you were hear and thought of crashing” Ronald replied “and by the way, I never got introduced to your fiance” Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie”

"I am kinda crushing on..." Riana is terribly blushing. "Who is this guy? Is he sizzling hot? Is he built? Does he smell good? Does he brush his teeth?" I blabber. Riana laughs. "Yea. And he's rich. Filthy rich. He's the owner of the law firm that I work as an intern." "What's this perfect guy's name?" I grin widely, loving this gossip. She grins broadly. "Ramon Darke." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."

Rick and his friends were giving her looks, motioning her to move, but she just shrugged her shoulders as the teacher walked in and started his lecture. “You’re late again, Miss Charles,” the teacher who introduced himself as Mr. Gowen said and I looked up. Her hair covered her face as she looked down and I could see that she was around five foot five inches and almost too skinny. She was ten minutes late for class as she walked towards the back and sat down next to the girl Slade had been staring at since class started.

The phone paired seamlessly and Richie's voice came through the car's speaker. “If it isn't the famous rebel, Nikolai Vladimir! I thought you died”, Richie commented and I chuckled. Richie is an old friend and a fashion god. His mother is Russian and father, an American. I have known him since college and he is an expert in the field of fashion for women. “Well, I'm breathing”, I replied and he laughed. It has been years since I reached out to him and I wasn't bothered, neither was he. All my friends were used to me.