روايات وقصص ضمن Vanna Grace

Derek gave me a mocking smile and took Jaime’s hand. “Jaime, don’t be mad. It’s okay. Your reputation is what matters most…” “I don’t care about that.” Jaime cut him off, and her words made my heart tighten. I knew her better than anyone. She was vain and strong‑willed, yet all her boundaries disappeared when it came to Derek. At the press conference, the journalists pointed their microphones and cameras at me. I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine.

I wanted to ask what she meant, wanted to demand the full story behind that particular venom, but some instinct told me pressing would only feed whatever hunger drove her here in the first place. “You should leave,” I said instead. “Grace’s clients don’t wait on your convenience.” Something sharp crossed her face, gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same practiced sweetness she’d walked in wearing. “Of course. I only stopped by to offer some friendly advice, woman to woman.” “We’re not friends.” “No.” Vanessa’s eyes swept over the half-finished gown, something calculating behind them. “But we might be sisters in grief someday, if you’re not careful. Enjoy the gala, Evelyn. I hea

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"Magdalene, you're harassing him" My brain makes a simple calculation. If the woman saying this things is what made her pull me closer to her, then she, must stop. "No, she isn't." "See? You're just being a hussy girlfriend." The woman tuts, wagging a finger at Vanilla before turning to me, "Where are you from? France? India? The Philippines?" My hand on its own wraps itself around her hand, as I say "Aeria" "Oh." She turns to her again "Vanessa, this is a big catch. And he has the voice of a nightingale. He's talking, but it sounds like he's breathing, it's marvelous, like a little"

Vic and I respond at the same time. “Who is she?” She presses her lips together, amused. “Well I wasn’t planning on doing any name dropping. I really want this to succeed though and if Grace didn’t have contacts I wouldn’t have gotten it this far. Grace Astor,” she says, sitting back in her chair. “No shit,” Vic says, stunned.

I sensed something behind those words. "And, your blood is that strong," Dad commented. “I am Vince Fear, and this is my wife Vina Fear. Nice to meet you! ” They shook hands. “We’ve heard a lot about you, dear,” My mom kissed her on her cheeks. “I am Vanna, sorry about a while ago. Didn’t mean to be rude. ” Vanna nodded a bit. Cassandra smiled. "No, it's alright." “Okay, welcome to our humble home,” Via said, with a proud look while I just let them speak on their own.

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Grace opened her mouth to say something but shut it. It's no news, for the past two years she started working with Sandra, not once has she witnessed her with a man except Henry, the famous actor. " too bad he is looking your way" Grace murmured for Sandra to meet his gaze. She went into her van and redo her makeup with the help Of Grace. Her phone beamed on the seat but she is somewhere else. " ready to go," Grace said packing the make-up kids from the table. The van is everything except a room. it has a small table in the corner decorated nicely with mirrors and beauty stuff.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.