Who Possesses Chica Novels & Stories

I didn't know what I wanted to say to her even as I dialed the number. " Hello," her voice came. " Love," she was silent, but I could hear the pounding of her heart on the other end, and it went dead. *** “ Love Jane Chasia, an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Why would she work as a manager for K-Corp,” Jace grumbled in thought.

, the computer expert confirmed. "Hold on, this is the same girl I talked about", Natalia confirmed "This only means one thing. She is the Chosen one", Supremo said in intensity. "Find out where she stays, kill her and anyone who stands your way", he ordered. Carla got home just in time for dinner. Dona went back to her house to clean up and get more clothes. She enjoyed staying with Carla. "You're just in time. Have your seat", Jasmine said. "Thanks aunt. Mmm, vegetable sauce", Aunt Jasmine's specialty, and Carla loved it.

he asked in shock while still pointing at Chacha. I smiled secretly and looked away. I turned my gaze again when Blue spoke again. “How did that come to you? I was holding that before, huh?! ” Blue asked in astonishment. Chacha giggled like a child and I smiled. She looks so innocent but you wouldn't think she's a demon inside. “Queeeennnn!” Blue's cry made me laugh weakly. He chased after Chacha so she suddenly ran away. I close my eyes tightly because she is pregnant.

“The Falconeris don’t just own money. They own people. Their name carries weight. You’ve seen it.” Chiara nodded, lowering her voice. “And Ricardo... well, let’s just say he’s not known for being easy to stay away from.” I tried to sound casual. “What do you mean?” Chiara gave me a sly look. “Half the girls here have tried their luck. None of them last. He’s trouble, Rossi. Gorgeous trouble.” My laugh came out hollow. “Good thing I’m his sister.” “Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And I’m a nun.”

Chichi's phone rings giving every one of them a scare, it's Nora calling to confirm her state and if the girls are all safely back, Tade collects the phone from Chichi "Hi babes, we are safe. At least we are all in my house and every door is locked" "Okay great, how about Chichi? She said she wants to talk about what happened, is she ready to talk or she needs us to give her more time?" Nora asks in a concerned voice as Tade puts the phone on speaker, Chichi blows her nose and replies softly "I never told you girls what brought me to Lagos ever since we met. I was running away from my past, a guy I dated years ago, who tortured and raped me, came to my home today, and it gave me the shock of

"There are rules, Alara. Some secrets keep people breathing. Some secrets get everyone killed the moment they are spoken out loud." "I am not a child anymore!" she snapped, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed the diary. "I have a scar on my wrist from when I was a baby! My name isn't even my name! I deserve to know who killed my father! I deserve to know if my mother is alive!"

He taught her the rules—how to read, how to fight, how to survive in a world where kindness gets you killed. He was the Don—cold, calculated, ruthless. But with her? He had one soft spot he never let anyone see. That softness messed with her head. Made her want things she had no business wanting. In her last life, Gina Chisari—principessa of the Chisari family—played dirty. She threatened Vera with the lives of the orphanage kids just to shove her out of Montavera and away from the Quaranta name. Vera brushed it off. Thought Gina couldn't touch anything on Quaranta turf.

I had to look away while we had sex last night so I didn't get distracted by the faded scars I spotted on her arms and back, otherwise I'd stop and hunt the motherfucker to the ends of the earth. "She is in a tough spot," I answer, choosing to leave the details out. I don't want to share Chloe's secrets, even if it's to someone we trust completely. "The De La Cruz cartel is after her." Dante's eyes widen with surprise. "Fuck…" he whispers. "Yeah, precisely," I murmur. "You know I'm not getting myself involved in any of that anymore, man," he says apologetically. "I trust you'll do the right thing though. I really hope you get that sorted out sooner rather than later."

I said. “Are you sure everything is okay?” “Yeah.” “Chino, this one is mine, if anyone touches her, they’re dead,” Javier said. “What about Teresa?” Chino asked. “You can keep her if you would like, if not you know what to do.” “Sí, Papa,” Chino said. “Now go, I want to have some fun.”

Havok cracked his neck, the VP’s grin sharp, as if the violence had been nothing more than business. Luca lit a cigarette, his face hard, smoke curling around his words. “I’ve got a contact,” he said, voice low. “A woman. She doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She can handle Tiffany if you can’t.” I nodded once. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe not. For now, Tiffany stayed alive, her fate hanging in the balance. My phone buzzed. A text from Kat lit the screen: We’re at the house. Clean up before you come home. Bring Papa and my brothers for dinner once you’ve settled things at the clubhouse.