Yvonne Miller Novels & Stories

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

"Hello, my name is Maggie and I will be your waitress. Can I get either of you something to drink while you look at the menu?" I smiled at the very innocent looking young woman. She looks to be no more than nineteen, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, rosy cheeks and olive skin tone. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun on the top of her head. She reminds me so much of my best friend Cheyenne. "I will have an unsweetened iced tea, thank you." She nods her head in acknowledgement as she faces Neil. "And you sir?"

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

I stare blankly, waiting to hear what all of this has to do with me. “Tell us why you think my client is involved in this case,” my lawyer, Tristan, says, tilting his head forward to draw the interrogator’s attention to himself. It takes him a while, but he finally tears his eyes away from me, looking over at Tristan. “We’re getting there.” A knock on the door interrupts him. The intruder, another officer, says, “Miss Ward is here.” Miss Ward? Bella? For the first time since I walked in here, my body tenses up.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Yvette Hill looks into the mirror to see the effect of her try on. The woman standing next to her is very familiar with Ada Wood. Ada Wood quickly hid aside and looked at the two people in front of the mirror, chatting and laughing. "Yvonne, what do you think of me in this suit?" Xenia Miller changed a suit of lady's clothes, went to Yvonne Brook, turned two circles to her, and then stopped in front of the mirror. "Of course, it's good-looking, especially to reflect your temperament." Yvonne Brook looks at Xenia Miller with a smile, and then helps her to take her collar and pull her clothes.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."