Tenika Watson Novels & Stories

Sameer didn’t let her finish before he started clapping and not before long the palette was filled with cheering and clapping. “You know I can’t sing.” Tiana protested weakly, feeling the gnawing pains from the wicked army of ants chewing her guts furiously. “Don’t mind her people.” Emmaline replied waving off her protests,“She sings like Simi and Tiwa Savage and she releases albums daily in the bathroom.” “I don’t!” “Come’n big sist…you know Kathy Perry and Aurora begs to feature you, now hop hop hop to the stage.” She finished yanking Tiana up.“And you too, Rico!”

I gasped and looked at her in shock, then at Devon. “I guess I’m the one going to need this.” He quickly downed the drink he had offered me earlier, then his own, and placed the glasses back on a passing tray. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Tania Wilder. I have a few words to say and an announcement to make.” One thing was certain, whatever she had to say couldn’t be good. And I think James knew it too. Our eyes met again. He immediately gestured to Hulk. Hulk stepped aside, spoke to another bodyguard, and the man made his way toward the stage.

Instead of sitting beside him, she climbed onto his lap. Kane went completely still. Mona settled comfortably against him, apparently unaware of the effect she was having. Her eyes dropped to the glass. "What's that?" "Whiskey." She looked at him. "May I?" "Just a sip." He handed it over. Mona took the smallest taste. Her entire face twisted. "That's nasty." Kane laughed. "You asked for it." "It tastes like someone dissolved a table in alcohol." "That's whiskey." "I'll stick to ramen thank you ."

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

As if hearing was not enough, I decided to peep through the small space between the door, and my eyes went wide. April is kneeling before Maximo, and she is stark naked. “Just give me this one time, and I will never bother you again. Make me feel like a woman.” She pleads some more, Maximo slowly lifts his gaze, and I lean away from the door, pressing my head against the wall. “I can’t give you what you want, April. You are not my mate.” “Then who is your mate? Is it that bitch Samantha?” “That information is classified,” She laughs like a maniac, “It is her, isn’t it? Is that why you keep her around?”