Tatienne Richard Novels & Stories

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

But they were more stunned at Faith next words, it’s really a bombshell. “And to surprise you, we are buying all the dress." Faith said finally. “What!” the Attendant all said together. One of them even bring a calculator and quickly made an estimate. “Ma’am, that is close to a billion and half.” The Attendant who made the estimation said while been surprised. “One billion and half is not much for my precious daughter.” Faith said to the Attendant. “So go pact the cloths.” Faith said finally. The Attendant became alive, because they really hit a jackpot, quickly they dispersed away to do Faith bidding.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .

So cool! As I pick up, he speaks, not waiting to hear my hello. "It's Raj. You are required on the tenth floor in the CEO's cabin right now." And he keeps his side of the phone without hearing me say bye. What a weirdo! I reach the tenth floor in no time. I see to my right there is a small glass cabin where a muscular, well-built guy is biting his lips seductively while he types on his phone quickly. Wait.. Is he sexting in office?

But right now he seems to be thinking about nothing else but the journey. Or maybe he is thinking of the destination. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:32 Karen Anderson has the look of a woman in power; her hair dragged back along her head so that it looks like the skin at the hairline is ready to tear open. The hair continues back and is tied up with the use of those things that can be bought in pharmacies to keep hair in order, the name of which escapes her at the moment. The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back.

How long have I been shitting on these cold tiles, two hours? "Andrea?" Christophe questions gently from the other side of the door, "we need to leave in ten minutes" he pushes the door open slowly, an attempt to warm me he's coming in. I twist on the floor to look at him, he's wearing jeans and a hoodie, different from the black suit I've become accustomed to, an attempt to blend in I suppose. He eyes my bare legs, sticking out from under my black hoodie.