Novelas y relatos de Shera

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

Aiden hesitated to take the hand, but beside the man, the little black haired girl who was carrying the jug continued to stare at him with a smile. The girl stretched out her hand, she already felt attracted to Aiden before they even knew each other. "My name is Sheera, from now on I will accompany you!" ***

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

She didn't find Veronica as beautiful as her. She flipped her hair and fake a smile, "I'm Sheira, I worked here and I'm Pocco and Blake's friend. If I'm not mistaken, you might be Blake's girlfriend?" she asked at Veronica as she extended her arm to her. Veronica felt glad to know that Blake mentioned that he has a girlfriend. Proud, she said, "Yes, I am. I'm Veronica, it's nice to meet you, Shiera." She shook hands with her and Sheira was restraining herself not to be on her edge and just played the role of a nice and friendly woman to them.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

I asked with my cup of tea in my hand. "No shit, Sherlock." She replied with a cute annoyed face. Faine is a beautiful Asian woman with sarcastic comments. She's pursuing to be a teacher in economics, her personality was nothing like me, she was bubbly and outgoing with everyone, social and you feel at ease around her; it's like she's an angel purifying your soul.

she trailed off and sighed, "Please, I beg you. Put at least a foundation on your insipid face." Let me give you an introduction on the characteristics of my sisters to clear things out. Liya Sherin: A pop fan, especially k pop. She is always seen with earphones and a phone. A typical music lover, more like music fanatical. She is as I've already mentioned, very beautiful with light brown eyes, straight black hair with brown highlights, and a wonderfully curved body. With all the points mentioned above, anyone can guess that she's the Queenka of our school. Yep, we three study at the same school. She's the most popular girl with a hundred fans in school and a thousand followers on social med

Thank you, Xaver. Sre was just about to tell Dinah about the sudden intense urge to puke but the woman was already dragging her off excitedly. They met and talked to a few people. Some of whom Sreya recognized—Alfreda Gorgia, a fashion designer not only known for some of the most elegant pieces in all of Verum City but also because a ship tossed about by the angry, feral fingerlings of a raging storm bore—by far—much more stability than all her marriage records to men and women alike. Seranda Smith, the beautiful talented actress. Eric Iman, host of the Eric Iman Show. Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.