Young adult Kayla strolls through the tough streets of Los Angeles, on her way to Beverly Hills because the streets are too tough. She's a trophy wife, her husband was tragically murdered, and she's well on her way to becoming the richest in Calabas...
Kayla Walker moved to california from south carolina after killing her husband hobey but then she decided to find a new husband and she found tyler who was more handsome than hobey and had an even better country accent
but then it was just hobey in disguise and she never killed him she killed his twin brother
he forgave her and they got a dog named sumo who was a friendly guard dod and was the size of a wooly mammoth
the end
'BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ'
I reached over for my phone to shut off the alarm. It's 4.30 am. I like to set an alarm early to have the satisfaction that I have more time to sleep, so i shut it off then go back to sleep.
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"SENSEI... show me the way sensei"
"Nane Kurdei? Kayla, You MUST use fire cards against your opponent, and save the super 10 cards for the end"
"I wont let you down sensei"
I battled my way to a black belt where I met the ultimate match. Sam. She held a black belt for years but little did she know sensei gave her a fake one because he feared for his safety as she tormented his family with threats.
Suddenly, a voice in the distance grew closer until I could make out what it said - SUGOI!
'BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ'
I could see the sunlight though my room darkening curtains. what a rip off. I slid out from beneath my 3 heavyweight blankets so I wouldn't have to set the bed, and made my way to the bathroom. The 3 minute walk to the loo is when I wake up as I admire the grand grand house I inherited from my poor dead husband.
After tinkle time, i was ready for breakfast. 4 plain scrambled eggs later, i was ready for the loo again.
It's 12:30, the open house is at 1. I better get ready to impress this real estate agent, he's handling homes in the hills his bank account must be loaded.
'HONK HONK'
"What the hell?" I thought to myself.
I ran to the nearest window and flung it open.
"Excuse me sir, who the shit do you think you are disrupting me on this fine morning?"
"I'M YOUR REAL ESTATE AGENT, I'm here to drive you to the open house" the hunched man shouted back.
Immediately I felt my heart drop into my stomach, I thought the agent would be a ryan, or a kizami, but he looked like a lester.
I put away the bridesmaid's dress and threw on an old crewneck with baggy pants, "there's nobody to impress here" I thought to myself.
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To my surprise, his name really was lester. He was lester.
"Hi dawg" i whispered.
we drove to the big ass house in claabasas and sure enough she was a BEW TEE.
"so whaddaya think?" lester asked.
"lets go inside first".
The inside was even better, unlike mistachin, my ex husband. Why, he was stunning on the outside and a mess on the inside.
a grand piano in the corner while a large fountain with a sculpture of 2 toads were the showstopper of the entrance.
"I'LL TAKE IT"
a week later after the home had been furnished to my liking, like a black and dark forest themed aesthetic that you'd isolate yourself for a week in after contracting omicron. eveery room was a different aesthetic, it was perfect bro.
WOOF WOOF BARK MOWWW
"SUMO! I told you to stop meowing you cant fool mE!'
MURRRRR said sumo
RING RING RING
I bolted downstairs like a lightning bolt and swung open the door. There stood the most gorgeous homosapien i had laid my eyes on.
"Hey there uh how do you do I'm your new neighbour i came to give you this plate of shrimp rolls, i know you like em"
"Hi, how do you know i like them? and what's your name?"
"Do you want my nickname or my full name?" the tall man chuckled.
"Your nickname if that means this conversation will be over sooner" i replied.
He immediately frowned "t"
"What?" i asked.
"Ma name. Rather, ma nickname - its T".
"why did you just switch to a country accent" i remarked.
"I just moved down here from oshawa, my accent is adjusting".
"do you like pizza?" i asked to change the subject.
"Will there be double olives with a well done crust and double onions?" he asked.
I was shocked, how did he know my favorite kind of pizza, does he know my second favorite kind of pizza?
I GUESS YALL GON FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER, STAY TUNED FOR THE MOST RIVETING NOVELLA OF YOUR LIFE.
