Sevika X Ambessa Novels & Stories

There was no denying she carried herself with the same unshakable regality Val had been told she herself projected and Val really couldn’t yet tell if that was coincidence or intent. Was she wealthy? Married into wealth? Born into wealth? Either way she looked like one of either. “Everyone,” Aisha began, her voice a little hoarse probably from yelling at the employees downstairs, “I want you to meet our newest ambassador, Saskia Hartmann.” She smiled as she gestured to the woman. “She’s joining us from the Seville branch, and I’m sure you’ll be seeing her in more campaigns going forward.”

Even the stubborn Amaika seemed to know where they were going. They stopped in front of a medicine store, entering it. The overpowering scent of herbs and spices made Marvis hesitant to enter. However, Amika entered without hesitation so Marvis braved it and entered the store. Amaika made a precise order and waited patiently for it to be brought. Once they were done, they came out and continued walking, heading straight for a cafe. This time, it was Sebastian who entered and ordered cakes and sweets, ignoring the curious ladies looking at all of them. They said several things that Marvis couldn't understand but from their faces, he could tell it wasn't polite in the least. It wasn't in a bad

"After meeting Evelyn, you must feel completely inadequate. She's got real pedigree. If she hadn't been so career-obsessed, you wouldn't have stood a chance. Sebastian is completely different with her... you have no idea how gentle he is around her." Gentle? Was she serious? I wondered if Amara's brain automatically rewrote reality whenever Sebastian interacted with any woman. It reminded me of our first meeting in Singapore--how she'd instantly bristled with hostility, convinced I was some kind of romantic threat. "Must've been tough, having such a formidable rival," I said lightly. Her smile turned razor-sharp. "Why do you keep dragging me into this? Trying to spread your misery?" "Whatev

I feel like killing myself right now for looking so vulnerable in his front. "Aren't you going to say anything!"he hit his hand on the table and I flinched up. "You must be Kyle?"Amba said with a smile on her face. "And who is she?"Kyle turn his gaze back at me. "She is....." "Hi, I am Amba, Lisa best friend and I don't think you should be yelling at her even after breaking her heart" "And it non of your business so stay out of this"Kyle shun her off.

She was mannered but classless. Dressed in a short mid-thigh length dress which was showing half of her breasts. Is she brainless to come to a village dressed like this? I have no problem with anyone wearing what they want but you need to be dressed as per ocassion and with class. Ma introduced us. "Sanjana, she is Avantika, model and Avantika meet Sanjana, IAS officer, Akshay's wife." Ma did not let my individual identity as a person deter being Akshay's wife. Listening to this all the colour from her face drained. For a second I thought she was gonna be faint but to my admiration she composed herself.

she asked sounding skeptical "very sure" Xander What the fuck one instant I was greeting my childhood friend Amira and the second instant Life was dragging and slapping me, was this what Sebastian was hinting at? that Life would be more inclined towards violence? but she had always been violent and I still remember her initial days or rather a specific part of my anatomy remembers those painful days very well I have never seen Life so vicious, though, she had rage in her eyes and betrayal. but why was there betrayal?

Beyond their verbal exchanges, Isabella detected a subtle undercurrent of shared understanding, a silent language that seemed to pass between them through glances and unspoken cues. Isabella was particularly struck by Savita's evident ease in Rajesh's presence. Savita projected an image of unvarnished authenticity, free from any artificiality or attempts to impress. Her remarkable openness and complete absence of self-consciousness were qualities that Isabella found both profoundly interesting and worthy of careful consideration.

“You know, you were sick and everything...” Seema rolled her eyes and ran a hand down her face. “Listen, I’m S-I-K-H, okay? You’re Jewish, Zehra’s a Muslim and I’m Sikh. Get it?” “Oh.” Ivanka looked dumbstruck. “Sorry...” “It’s fine, I get it all the time. Anyways, gotta run see you around!” Seema said and ran off. Zehra’s phone pinged and she rolled her eyes when she saw that it was an email. Who the hell used email these days? But her mood quickly changed when she saw that it was from Alphastar1.

said Emma. “Hold on, did you say that you’re only an apprentice? To whom, if you’re not affiliated with the CMMA?” said Jessica. Sebastian tried to keep his attention on the discussion but was distracted by the one Stephanie was having with Steven about flyball. He was sitting between them and wanted to be the one answering Stephanie’s questions about their sport. “Do you want to come to a game?” said Sebastian, glancing at her before answering Jessica. “Yes, she is, and so is Eva Suri.”

Svarga informed. Liam was quite surprised. Dhira had just mentioned that Svarga would receive a new email. Still, he didn't expect the sender to be Asasemation—an anonymous individual who had been quite helpful to both Svarga and Catherine. Could it mean that Dhira knows this person? Svarga opened the attached video, and they both watched it together. They were truly shocked by what they saw: Keenan was captured by a hidden camera getting out of a taxi, and entering a modest apartment.