Novelas de Faustina Jacob

It was already getting dark, the sun's ray weakened, casting long shadows. Soft winds carry the scent of evening blooms and the warmth of the day dissipate. One could hear the soothing sounds of nocturnal creatures. Aunt Kathy was sitting in the waiting area with Mr Claude, he's clad in a tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, and silver-gray tie, with an air of success and refinement that commands respect with his bespoke fragrance and sleek Rolex Daytona complimenting his personality. They were having a deep conversation and they were quite discreet. Tammy sighted them from a distance and walked up to them. Neither Aunt Kathy nor Mr Claude saw her coming, regardless, she didn't hear a thing of what they discussed. "Aunt Kathy!" Tammy called out and turned to Ryan's father, "Mr Claude, how do you do?" she asked politely with a smile on her face. "Very well Tammy. You?" he replied nicely in his deep voice. "Very well too. Thank you. How's Ryan doing?" she asked. "He's stable now,

The hospital's corridor reverberate with sounds of rushing footsteps, beeping machines and urgent page announcements. The atmosphere is charged with urgency and intensity. The air is thick with antiseptic and disinfectant smells, punctuated with the aroma of hospital food and fresh flowers. In the waiting areas, loved ones pace anxiously, their eyes fixed on the clock and their phones waiting for news on their loved ones conditions. Tammy and Aunt Kathy were in the waiting area, they were restless. Tammy's eyes widen as she darted frantically around the room. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes threatening to spill over as her mind races with worse case scenarios."Tammy." Aunt Kathy called out but Tammy didn't respond because she was absent minded."Tammy!" Aunt Kathy called out again, this time Tammy was startled."Come here dear, come have a seat." Tammy reluctantly walked to her aunty and sat down. Aunt Kathy wrapped her arms around Tammy trying to comfort her."Be calm, everyt

Ryan Claude, only son and heir to the Claude's empire, stood in his opulent office, sipping a glass of whiskey and gazing out the window at the Manhattan skyline. His assistant, Nelly, walks in with a radiant expression. "Ryan, your father's assistant is here to see you."Ryan's curiosity piqued, a chill crept up his spine, his mind raced with thoughts as to why his father's right hand man would come to see him. He turned to see his father's assistant, Mr Turner."Ah! Ryan, it's good to see you again." They share a handshake."Same here Mr Turner." Ryan smiled. "Please have a seat.""Thank you." Mr Turner says as he proceeds to have a seat. "I'm afraid I have some news. Your father has chosen the one you shall marry. I advise you adhere to this if you want him to see that you're able to take up this kind of responsibility."Ryan scoffed. "If I want my father to see that I can be responsible and get married, at least let me choose my bride, right?""Your father knows what is best for

As Tammy stood looking out the window from her bedroom - a serene oasis with plush furnishings, elegant decor and soothing colours screaming opulence and serenity - her heart pounded in her chest to see such a convoy trooping into her father's villa. She gripped the curtain by the window tightly, feeling her palms grow sweaty. In a frantic rush, Tammy went downstairs so she could see what was going on but the guests were in the study with her father and they spoke discreetly. She could hear a little of the conversation."We must get them married as soon as possible"... Tammy's father, Mr Cole said. Tammy only wondered what exactly the conversation was all about. As she heard footsteps approaching, she took to her heels so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping. As the guests left, Tammy went to her father and asked abruptly, "who do you want to get married?". Mr Cole stood there, his face impassive, so many questions in his thoughts. "I didn't want to tell you this now Tammy..." Mr Col