Yasmin Bratz Characters Novels & Stories

That's Brayden Brastilava that only know how to get down with girls of different shapes, sizes and colours. He never see any lady special enough to call Beautiful. Even the top beautiful in the music industry that drowl on him seems not beautiful to his face but seeing this little thing that acted brave and courageous but actually is soft hearted seems to captivate his heart and he can't help it but fall over heels for her. He flipped his hand on his black and gloomy hair and Pat her small face gently. The Girl is actually a little thing that only know how to brag but deep down She is soft hearted and hurt so easily by people's word but the Ashley He knows will never let her be bully by ot

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

I can tell the desks at the other side are for the roomies on the other side but the desks leaning on my side of the wall are for me and I'm guessing the other is for her, Jasmine. "Heya. Ashlyn here. You can call me Ash." She said. She's wearing a baby pink short sleeve shirt which fits her torso well and outlines her slim upper body figure, and a pleated mini skirt. A thin black belt is on her waist as well as a silver heart chained belt. Her legs are covered with furry pink leg warmers, one stretched up to her knee and the other is a few inches above her ankle. She has sneaker-boots on as well.

Her voice was clear and sweet. Yasmine wore two braids in her hair. She hung on Sean's leg like an ornament. She had eyes very similar to both Angeline's and Sean's. Her dark, grape-like eyes looked up at him. Her skin was white and soft. She tiptoed and raised her chubby hands high while asking for a hug.

As they entered the store, they immediately saw two familiar figures. One was Yasmin, and the other was her mother, Leah. "Mommy, how about this set? Does it match my dress?" Yasmin asked, showing off a set of jewelry in front of Leah. "Beautiful, beautiful! My daughter is the most beautiful in New York. Just a little makeup, and she can make all the men outside stare," Leah exclaimed. "Some people still say I can't compare to Caitlin!" Yasmin scoffed. "How could that be? She’s a divorced woman with kids. How could she compare to you? Sebastian is blind if he doesn’t see how amazing you are!" Leah responded.

"She looks like, Avril Lavigne, right?" "Right." Sammy looks at me and does a pose which made her looks like Avril Lavigne. I bit my lower lip and sighed in confusion. I sat on the chair beside Frey, with my two shoulders went down. "No way. Impossible." I mumble, glancing at my bracelet. 'I'm really pretty sure that he is my best friend, Kevin. I can feel it.' "Oh damn it!" Yassi stops eating chocolate suddenly when she something in her phone that made her eyes parted in shock. "Look at this, girls! Come on!" They called us quickly so we run to her and look at her phone.

Once she opened her door some young girl that looks like her twin says, “Finally you’re back, Jo!” JoMari gives the girl $40 and says, “Manny this is my younger sister, Yesmina. Yessy this is Manny, we graduated from Clemente together. Are the kids sleep? Any problems with them?” Yessy puts the money in her bra then grabs her bag saying, “Yes they’re sleeping and no problems, good night sis” she hugs JoMari and looks at me lustfully, licks her lips and smirks, “Night Manny.” She leaves closing the door after her.

she added mischievously. Asher looked confused. She stood up and walked towards the water. She pulled her dress slowly over her shoulders, exposing the pale skin of her back. Sliding her arms out of it, she then pulled the dress over the curves of her hips, pushing it down until it silently dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up to place it neatly on a rock, allowing him a provocative view of her round and shapely behind. She then unclipped her bra and let it fall on the rock, unpinning her chignon. She let her blonde curls fall down her back, fluffing it gently with her fingers.

The atmosphere became lively again. I leaned against Zayne, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to break up with him. Just then, the door to the private room swung open, and Yasmin Lambert walked in, dressed in a flowing white dress. "Zayne?" In an instant, everyone shoved the women off their laps and hurriedly adjusted their clothes. Zayne was no exception. He pushed me aside, rose from his seat, and hurried over to Yasmin. He gently covered her eyes. "Yasmin, sweetheart, wait just a second while we clean up."

Sammy smiles sadly. "I think Ash is right you really are a panda.," she says and I roll my eyes. "Omg, we got it!!!! Sammy, you're barbie because yeah you do look like a barbie and Clare you're forehead and Braze you're a panda! We all got secret code names! This is perfect! All we need now is walkie talkies and we can go commit crimes!!!!. We all shook our head Ash is a crazy person. "And what are you?" Brandon asks Ash but his expression says that actually he really doesn't want to know.