What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

Another part of her mind says that she's not that lucky because her Boss saw her in her not-so-great moment, wearing her old and grey one piece jumpsuit and she looks so boring compared to her Boss who looks so beautiful and sparkling. Amanda is the sparkly Queen while she's an old depressed pauper. Oh my goodness, now she wants to be like Amanda Montserrat so bad!

Not for her. "No. I won't." "That's what you all say. You say that you'll love me unconditionally up until we're alone. Then you turn into your true selves. Not saying that everyone's like that but the men I've been with. One in particular." "Bowman," she turned around, her eyes meeting mine. "You ran from him. You ran because he hurt you," she squatted down and sat down on the floor, covering her face with her hands. I walked over and squatted down right in front of her. "Baby, I'm not like him. Sure to people that deserve it. Not to you. You're Aella. The girl I've wanted for years. You're mine. You always were. But fate didn't bring us back together up until now," she took my right hand i

"Nah, that's not necessary Louie... Yes. I just walked out of the airport now...yeah, that's right. I'm waiting for my Uber now. Ah okay...I see him...I see him. I'll text you when I get to my new apartment, okay? Yeah, it was a wonderful flight, thank you very much. Of course. See you... yeah." I paused on my strides, inhaling sharply as I took a moment to briefly glance over my surroundings. Smiling brightly, I ran a hand to smoothen my straying black curls, loving how the reflection of the morning sun was on my tan skin. Truly refreshing to be here once more. With only a glance, I'm able to decipher that a lot has changed since the last time I was here five years ago. Well Atlanta, I'm ba

This time, I even developed a rash. Just as I removed the needles, Casey walked into my room. “Oh, I see the hick is tearing the dress apart. What? Don’t you love my gift to you?” “This was you?” My question tickled Casey pink, her face contorting into a menacing smile. “Do you actually think you can find needles in a dress? I even put glue and itching powder in your dresses. “Who are you to wear the same clothes as me? Just because you’re with the family now doesn’t make you an heiress. You’ll always be beneath me.”

Had she signed? The fear was corrosive, a physical ache in my chest. Seeing her again, Christ. It wasn’t just the remembered beauty, sharpened by Finnish light. It was the life in her eyes, the fire that had been banked to embers when she lived under my roof. Seeing it rekindled, even in rage, had been a brutal reminder of the treasure I’d casually discarded. A fool. A blind, arrogant fool.

Memories of her foolish infatuation with him came rushing back—the stupid things she had done, and the look of disgust in his eyes when he had rejected her. Her expression hardened. She reached to close the window. But Omar’s strong arm stopped it, blocking her. “Long time no see, Re.” “Of course,” Omar went on, flashing that gentleman’s smile she had once adored. He winked. “You’re still our most distinguished heiress.”

I thоught I was реrсерtіvе, but if this has bееn gоіng оn thіѕ lоng, thе truth іѕ, I’vе had mу hеаd in the sand. I саn’t help thіnkіng about the уоung women ѕhе оnсе was. Whеn I first met her, ѕhе wаѕ Erіса, and ѕhе ѕtіll hаd the іnnосеnсе оf a соllеgе girl. Or mауbе thаt wаѕ аn асt.

They lived peacefully and vigorously. Queen Magenta set her gaze to her lovely daughter. She's the only memory left of her husband Raquinn. She felt a little lonely every time she recalled the time where Dragons have the magic stone. Now that it's in her hands and was guarded strictly, she feels in solace. "Poor my little princess, Hydra, she will grow old without seeing her father" she mumbled and took her from Thalia. She caressed her face and stroke her hair. She was smiling at her.

I said while trying to adjust Dan who has fell asleep on my shoulder. “If you say so” She said while we entered the big and exquisite apartment. Dad always have eyes down for expensive shit ranging from his apartments, to cars he owned, to his hotels and bars and whenever anyone tries to explain that he shouldn’t spend money on useless stuffs, he replies with “You only live once, make good use of it”.

I thought about it, then answered honestly, "Less than I hate Aaron, but not by much." Kevin didn't say anything. A week later, he took me to an old warehouse on pack grounds. It had been abandoned for years, filled with cracked wooden crates and dusty shelves once used for storing herbs. The moment I stepped inside, a familiar herbal scent hit me. Kevin reached out and switched on an old lamp in the corner. "Do you remember this place?" I frowned. It was too old. Nothing came to mind. "Twelve years ago, during the winter hunt, there was an attack on Mount Northmore," he said slowly, watching me. "I got lured away from the trial group and stepped into a silver trap. I almost died out there."