The Me I Was Kenzie Novels & Stories

She tried to sound passive, but the small smile she hadn't been able to get rid of all week, was a dead give away. Kenzie was a sucker for romance. And being recently singled, she sourced for her romance from everyone else around her. "Ooooh, Is it a boy?." She closed their books, kneeling on the bouncy water bed. "Kenzie, we have work to do." Breanna shook her head, biting down her smile. "What's up with you and K-pop?." Breanna frowned in confusion. "K-pop?." "Stan." Kenzie answered with a smirk.

he ordered. “Sorry Amanda” Drake apologized in his little voice. “But dad” he went on but was interrupted by his father's irritable responds. “I don’t want to hear it” “She was my mother too” Drake muttered underneath his breathe, making sure he wasn’t heard. “Well something tremendous happened to me at school today” Amanda said with a little smile on her face. “I finally get to play Miranda in TEMPEST!!!” Amanda exclaimed.

The day of the first act has arrived. Alexander planned this day to be smooth. And this morning he hired a stylist for me. His name was Evan. He has a very slender figure and pink, smooth long hair. He has a unique sense of style. And I was relieved that the stylist he hired was nice. The stylist asked me what I want, and I told him that I want a simple and comfortable to wear. Not too fancy. And I also told him that I do not want anything on my hair. I want it loose. Just my normal hair. And he understood it quickly. Evan and his glam team helped me from my dress to my hair. Finally, we settled to a mini black dress. It looks elegant and comfortable to wear. I also remembered that Evan gasp

I say, genuinely grateful as he takes my hand and leads me to his car. I don't recognize the path we're going through but I stay quiet because we all know I'm new to Savannah-what do I know? I try to keep and let him drive-except he doesn't take me home. My first real date and I've been kidnapped-just great

Dana nudged me with her elbow. "Told you. You’re trending." The event was more elegant than I expected. Polished white floors, linen-covered tables, soft jazz playing in the background. Waiters moved around offering champagne and tiny hors d'oeuvres on silver trays. "Miss Evans?" a voice called out. I turned to see a tall woman approaching. Late thirties, perfect posture, red lips. "I’m Gabrielle Keene. I handle guest relations for the Circle. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you."

I whispered halfheartedly, “I’m number 7 in the Paradise Cove Trailer court.” I leaned back in my seat. Biscuit laid his big block head on my lap as the truck fired up again. I let my eyes close for a moment, or so I thought.

Lorenzo said Don't tell me to calm down Lorenzo since when did you stop sharing an important message or information from me Kenzo said angrily Kenzo I wanted to inform you but you were busy looking for that girl that I forgot to tell you also Kenzo this girl is very stubborn just imagine she rejected me today who dare reject me Kenzo said so much sadness in his voice. You can't ask me because I don't know what to tell you and to think about it are you sure you want to get married to that girl Kenzo asks her friend Yes Ken I want to get married to this girl and I am not making any mistake because what I feel for her is real Kenzo Okay if you say so am happy for you don't give up make her love

I struggled to steady myself, daring not to move, gasping for air. "Ha! Scared now?" Kenzie's voice came from behind me, unusually cold. I cursed her silently. She was insane. "Aren't you usually very arrogant? Always flaunting around? Today, I'll let you relish in it. I'll make sure you get your fill of being Mrs. Pierce!" Kenzie's tone was menacing, almost as if she were gnashing her teeth. Her grip tightened suddenly, and I felt suffocated, instinctively arching backward, seeking a better angle to avoid suffocation.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Kate shot me a wide-eyed look, eyebrows raised, but managed to hold back the comments that usually get me into trouble. “Steve,” Jacob warned, without adding anything else. “Guilty as charged,” Steve said, raising his hands, amused. “Nice to meet you, Steve. You can call me Cami. This is my friend Kate.” “Nice to meet you, Kate. I hear you’re the one to blame for the concert.” “To blame?” Kate laughed. “What do you mean by that?”

The screen displayed photos of Sean getting cozy with different women, along with hotel records and screenshots of group chats where he bragged to his friends about juggling multiple women at once. Every last detail was clearly shown to everyone in the room. ... Richard had been watching the live broadcast with quiet satisfaction back at the Bennett Residence, fully expecting to see me humiliated. However, his expression froze the instant those photos flashed across the screen. Meanwhile, Sophie was staring at a photo of Sean kissing Claire and at a chat message magnified for everyone to see, saying, 'That idiot is so easy to fool. She does whatever I want the second I start crying that my