She's Novels & Stories

The girl in the black sunglasses. A girl in a jeans jack, white top and pulled back hair sat with a group of seniors. The jawline was the same, the same full cheeks and small frame. They had to have the same chocolate eyes. The girl's hair appeared thicker and curly. Leah always straightened her hair. ‘What… the hell?’ Jordan whispered. Her skin felt like ice cream falling off a stick. ‘It’s so weird but that’s not the strangest part.’ Ruby said. ‘She claims she isn’t Leah, can you imagine?’

“Recall, my sweetness, that you--” “Enough! Get me a nail appointment for five o'clock and a SPA treatment for seven.” She huffed. “The number plate is ZAKI.” “Huh?” “Z-A-K-I! Help me out here, Camella, I don't need to be the reason you're rendered jobless!” “Of course, sweetness. I'll run the info and get back to you soonest.”

She is only mine. Xx____xX

She sits right next to me and takes my hand in hers. "As you know, you have powers given to you by the goddess," she starts, but I raise my brow at here initial words. "You mean magic?" I ask, not knowing what she is trying to say and still wrapping my head around the fact she called me her queen. She shakes her head. "Magic is more of a general word. But what really courses through our veins is the moon blessing," she states, still holding my head and bouncing on the couch in her excitement. I don't miss the way Beta Robert's eyes keep flying to her breasts jiggling before my eyes. I mentally shake my head.

she uttered. “What!”

"How.. how is she now?" "She is dead."

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 ########################