She's Novels & Stories

She was wearing a knee-length white dress with little blue and purple flowers on it and a pair of royal blue heels to match. She took off her glasses and put her contacts in as she stood in front of a mirror in the hallway, wincing as she poked her eye. Then she took her ponytail out and ran a hand through her hair. Mark’s breath momentarily caught in his throat at the sight of her hair spilling over her shoulders. She was halfway to looking like a beauty queen already. The stylist got to work shaping her eyebrows, contouring her face, and making her green eyes pop. He nearly laughed as a thought hit him. She looked like she was internally screaming like the cartoon earth on her shirt yester

Thanks for your help ". I said sarcastically and she tilted her head to the side and glared at me. Her eyes were as hard as stone,a scowl marred her face. She doesn't want me talking to her. That's for sure, I looked away because her glare was intense. Something tells me I shouldn't mess with her,she is wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and a pair of black sneakers,I raised an eyebrow at that. She looks like someone who is going to a funeral,something tells me to stay away from her. I was giving her side glances because she looked suspicious.

she says " I will be sure to inform her" I assure her " Are any of you going to tell me what a sex toy is, or should I ask the neighbors?" Sia questions ########################

This girl was naturally beautiful already, she didn’t even bother to put on light makeup to look more presentable and she knows it too well that she’s good-looking. “Huh, then I guess you have a low-quality face as well, mind you we’re identical twins, my face is your face too. “Shay defended his side and Silver just had to look at him never stopping from fixing her eyebrows in a boring way. “So, who is she?” Shayne changed the topic soon after she saw Andy standing awkwardly in silence. Silver eyes her from head to toe and nodded her head. “Hmm not bad, you’re in the squad. My name is Shayne Morgan, this piece of a barnacle here is my twin brother.” Shayne introduced herself as well as her

She's wearing blue sleep shorts and a small white tshirt. She leans her back on the door, propping a foot up on it. "Hey, how you feeling?" She says quietly. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed in boxers. I smile. "Better now. Come here." I crook a finger at her. She slowly walks over and straddles me wrapping her long legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She kisses me gently. It's sensuous, soft, filled with her love.

Making sure Christopher was not seeing her, she grabbed the keys to her SUV and headed out the door, determined to talk to her friend. As she drove down their driveway, she could already see Gunner and Faith moving quickly back and forth to his truck and her car, her soul leaving her body. She parked in front of Gunner’s truck, stepped out, and rushed to Faith’s side as she put a suitcase with clothes inside. “Faith, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. Please, let us help.” “There’s no need. We made our decision,” Faith replied, not looking at her.

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

No, it was a simple voice message that said, "Sue got a fever after being on the rooftop for so long last night. Her parents are out of town, and her brother doesn't care for her, so I'm the only person who can help her out. What a hassle." Even though he said it was a hassle, there was a small hint of fondness in the way he spoke, so imperceptible that I doubt even he realized it was there. Looking at his profile picture, which had been changed to a picture of a knight, I replied, "Got it." Then, I tapped on Instagram. Sue had posted a photo of her left hand attached to an IV drip with the caption: [You are my salvation.] Meanwhile, her profile picture had been changed to a princess who was

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

She had a sheet mask on her face and was eating a bowl of cut apples. I picked up three gowns and held them up. "Which one?" She bummed and stroked her chin. "Hmm, this is really hard." "Oh come on." "I'm serious Morgan. I can't say. " "Just try." "Okay..." She started. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "The white one... Purity... Nice. The red one... Sexy... Good. The pink one is cute and also good. How do you expect me to pick?" "That's not an answer. "