Tiara Makeine Novels & Stories

“Bring it up.” Immediately, a detailed map of the world displays across the monitors with red dots on some places and some set of numbers and letters running along their side. “I’ve chosen a few heavy-duty missiles from all over the world, Mia,” he explains. “You use your Tekna power to launch them on those red dots on the map. That's the only one way the missiles can be launched without the governments being able to detect and stop them.”

Makaila ignored what she said and brought out her note pad. "I will be your waitress for today. What will you like to order?" She asked. "How about a little bit of fashion sense, good sneakers, class and beauty for you. You really need it." Bethany sized her up with a smirk, while settling on Christian's lap. Makaila fought the urge to speak. "Bethany, if you give her all of those, we won't be able have the kind of fun we used to have with her." Tyler grinned wickedly.

Luciano who was still standing at the door took a few steps in. "I don't think you will like the answer to your question. Especially now. Because I believe it is not the time. The only thing that you should know is that Tiara went through something that opened her healed wounds and caused her a major mental breakdown. It was major enough for her to go crazy, she lost herself. The doctors had to keep her on sedatives. Even if they are losing their hopes of bringing Tiara back from the pit of darkness, she has fallen into."

Tiffany was so pleased with the makeover that she made the girl change into a new outfit altogether. “Puurrrfection!” she exclaimed in the end. “From now on, go watch makeup tutorials on the internet to learn how to do it yourself; you’ll pick it up in no time! I learned mine from the internet too, after all. Oh! And these skincare products and cosmetics gotta be put to use, okay hon? They’re hella costly, so don’t waste them by not using them.” Tanya hung her head in embarrassment and mumbled, “Oh… T-t-thank you, Tiffany.”

Tiara's gaze bore into her brother, his expression caught between a storm of uncertainty, torn between his sister's certitude and his own wavering doubts. "Why not give it a shot?" Marvin's words hung in the air, leaving Tiara visibly angered. "You're naive to trust her. Let's stick to our original plan: let Tesla drain her powers and claim them for herself. She'll become more powerful, just as you desire," Tiara retorted, her frustration palpable.

Displeasing her would not be one good idea for the agency as well as Tiara was the only successful model in the present time. And if she decided to leave then the agency will have to face heavy bankruptcy which Hattiea didn't obviously wanted. "It's okay. Do you need anything Tiara?" Hattiea questioned her decorating a formal smile over her features. Tiara's eyes reddened as she glared at Hattiea with an unknown passion of danger for some seconds before soon opening her mouth again. "Jay, I need to talk to you alone..."

She said in a fit of laughter. "I prayed to God, I asked him to teleport you here with me so we could handle this plastic Tiara," I said. Plastique Tiara I am sorry for using you as a reference, plastique Tiara is a tiktoker. "What about you? What happened while we were gone?" I asked her, waiting to hear something interesting.

She is Tiffany Kyle, twenty two years, a fashion designer who would pass for a model even in the biggest modelling firm, "do you know why? “ Reason is because : She is not only a designer, but she is also a beautiful lady, who has chances of winning Miss world if given the chance to. That is how beautiful Tiffany is, you can call her beauty a spec cause it is very rare to find, it is uncommon, no man would stare at her once without staring over and over again till he trips over and fall, that is how beautiful Tiffany is. She is endowed with every thing a man would ever want in a lady, but only Miguel is lucky enough to have her.

Only… emptiness. I stepped in carefully. “Just you?” Tiara nodded faintly. “Everyone’s outside. My makeup artist stepped out. I… needed a moment alone.” I walked closer, brushing a fallen flower petal off the wooden chair before sitting beside her. My hand gently touched her wrist. It was cold. “You look beautiful today,” I whispered. “The dress is perfect on you.” Tiara turned slowly. Her lips lifted just a little, but not enough to be a smile. Her eyes shimmered with tears, and her fingers were tightly clenched in her lap.

" I was thinking she was one of our new clients " Kieran met up with Julian on the way. " Nope. She is my mom's personal assistant. Tiara Han. She will be working briefly here for the time being, She replied and then stopped at the entrance of her department. " What's on the agenda today? " " We got clients already waiting in the consultation room. We have them cosy with our delicious Chi Cakes and warm tea for the cold morning and there is something "