She's So Precious Novels & Stories

It took all the strength in my body not to give in, her expression was pitiful. "I don't have party dresses." "Well, wear jeans or something," I said rolling my eyes. I could see tears wall up her eyes in the mirror. She was such a crybaby. She left my room and slammed the door so hard it vibrates in its frame. Precious showed up in a transparent sheath dress that makes my mother's eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Her wig was another gift from her philanthropic sugar daddy. The silky, luscious curls bounced on her shoulder. Her boots were more expensive than the dress I planned to wear.

He looked at me intensively, licked his lips, then turned towards the audience. "As our last item, we have prepared a rare delicacy! Even I can barely resist marking her while standing next to her! Our expert claims that she is like one in the million or billion even!" he called out while grinning. "We will start our bidding at five hundred thousand dollars…" I gulped.

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

I punch on his arm letting his wide smile turn to a weak one. It's carved on the top part of the pin below the design the word 'You're special' which can be seen when we take a closer look at it or caress on it. "Keep this," Handing over the pin to HenYu who puts it in his pocket I take out the silver stones to pay the shopkeeper so that we can leave early.

She looked amazing. The Jewel I was looking at was certainly not the Jewel from Elites Academy. She was better, more beautiful, looked more mature. Curves I never knew she had was showing in her simple dress. She was, grown, sexy. She was standing right here in my office, as my personal assistant. "Jewel..." I repeated again, her name rolling off my tongue like molten lava, sending shivers down my own spine. The stared at me, awestruck and surprised, her beautiful doe eyes just like I remember them.

Pink is every girl's favourite colour. "Ahh... okay! It’s not a problem," I assured her. "Did anything happen to you?" she asked worriedly. "No, I'm fine." I lied. The pain in my hand is unbearable but I didn't tell her. If I tell her she would feel pity. And I don't want any pity from anyone. I had enough of pity! "My name is Quinn," she chattered. "hmm... Sheila?" I almost questioned. "Nice name." She has a perfect tooth also. Her smile is pretty.

She moved with a model's poise, a sight that left me captivated. Her dark eyes that once held fear now sparkled with a confident light,putting every ounce of resentment I had in my heart for her to a complete blur. Her trembling lips ever revealing her weakness,now uttered words, confident and razor-sharp. Those lips,soft and edible like caramel apple,my favorite desserts-One that I intended to eat for eternity. That was it, my perfect lyrics. I placed the guitar on the table,picked my phone and saved the record. That was my personal song,a sweet secret that neither my friends nor anyone else could get to hear. Except the one it was meant for. Kelly.

She said, when I opened the car door and was about to get in. Then she looked at me from bottom to top. I wore a maroon dress that exposed some of my legs above my knees, as well as a sleeveless top that exposed my upper torso. To complete the appearance, I added delicate gold jewelry around my neck and on my ears. I didn't want my hands to look empty, so I wore my favorite Cartier watch and a rose-gold bracelet. I let my hair fall down my shoulders after curling them at their ends. “You look so young, sis!” She said, her eyes widening.

“How could you say such a thing?” “Well, how should I say it then?” Hailey scoffed. Today, the Halliwell family showed me the actual contract. Fifteen million in dowry. I only found out today that it was worth fifteen million dollars! It’s incredible to think that it could command such a high price! And what a cunning businessman you are, to secure such a price for your own daughter. When you go out with these two, living it up and having fun, do you ever feel the slightest twinge of guilt?” What is this? Fifteen million? ‘Estella and Shaynie sang together.’ Wasn’t it five million? What’s this about fifteen million now?

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.