A/N : ~...~ <== Refers to flashbacks ; '...' <==Inside thoughts
I wrote this because I can't seem to find the button for Italic and Bold lolLove, Diana....Strange sounds in the woods with the branches she pushes away and making smacking sounds will soon give her a heart attack.What was she thinking?Selena had explored the island for almost half an hour and she was going in circles as the only way clear way she can leave was the stairs going down to the beach area where the jetty is situated.From there, she can see the island across the huge lake and she knew that she was stranded there until the handsome psycho will bring her back.She had faith that there is probably a small village or town that she can find help from but her 30 minutes walk was to no avail. Her phone had no sim card, the line was horrible nor was there anyone contact number other than Sandro. She was helpless.She stood beside a hill starSelena can feel the warm morning sunlight bath her legs. She moan at how cool the air was but with the sunlight, it was the best of both worlds.A perfect combination of cold win ensuring her comforter and a little sunlight to balance out the room's current temperature feels divine. No to mention how soft the comforter was and how good it smells in the morning. or was the little thing like this that starts her dress well. She had used berries scented shower cream. The sweet fruit scent basking from every squeeze she places on her palm calms her, a sweet therapy she actually enjoys with how her arms were near to her nose. Nevertheless, in the very bed, she was in, there was a scent she finds unusually peculiar. It was not foreign to her. She knew it very well, faintly at some point but recognising it deep, DEEP, in her soul yet, she can't put a name on how what or where?Nevertheless, it felt good for her body and soul. It was calming.Selena smelled nothing but the fresh, masculine p
Andreas Hernández or better known as his white man name - Andy, was Selena's best friend growing up but had to part with her when they were a child because his father moved to Brazil for humanitarian work. For a cute child with eyes, streaks of green and gold, black hair, and olive skin, he grew up into a handsome man with a lean body and face that would be perfect for any fashion magazine.After spending abroad till the day he finished his bachelor's degree and master's at the age of 26 and contacted Selena since she was 12, he would have heard stories from her. About her life, her work, her dreams coming through or going down the drain – as she would say to him and finally, the one that broke his heart into billions of pieces.“I’m getting married, Andy.”How happy was she and the laughter and glee he had heard from her voice? How could he ever tell her that he had always loved her from the moment they had both swam in a shallow pond to rescue a drowned pup near their school?If you
As soon as he wrapped up his breakfast with Sandro and goes home, Abe immediately took a shower and clean himself up to go to the office once more. He was definitely going to take some rest starting from tomorrow and the only thing that made him going today is the beautiful Irish maiden waiting for him every single time. With her perfectly curled hair and piercing green eyes that contrast her fair freckled skin, he would stay in his damn office all day if that’s the only way he can see her again and again and damn freakin’ again. If this isn’t love, he doesn’t know what is? When he got out of the elevator and enter his office, he saw Emma bending down to get some papers scattered on the floor. It felt like his whole body and soul just bump into a wall for him to freeze and blush all over. The curve of her backside and her parted lips, breathing softly as he picks the paper one by one just looks tantalizing. Her cream color skirt was knee length and her white shirt fits her body per
Unedited. Will do soon....Selena was watching the tv which plays local shows and she almost passed out from boredom when she hears footsteps coming down from the stairs. "Get dress." Sandro deep voice booms from behind her and she immediately sat up. Frowning at him who stood in front of her wearing a Polo shirt. She could smell his after shower perfume and soap. It smells good. "What?" Selena frowned at him. "Get dress. We're going to town. Need to buy some stuff since we've been staying here and ate non stop, our fridge is running out of food." Selena felt dumbfounded. "You sure? Taking me there?" She ask just to make sure she had heard him right. "Of course." He asked, unbothered by her perplexed expression. Its slowly turns into a smile and she bit both her lip, feeling excited for the opportunity to escape him. "Before you start to grin like that, may I remind you that I have my men around your mother's house and they are ordered to act if I don't text them every 15 m
Author's note: Dedicated to Mr. S... You are a dream come true... Diana ..... Synopsis All Alessandro ‘Sandro’ Kennedy De Rossi ever wanted was to marry the woman of his dreams and Selena Salvatore was everything he could ever ask for. Beautiful, kind, and smart, her innocence drew him to her like a moon to water. They were inseparable and when their wedding day arrives, he knew that his life would be complete until tragedy strikes both of them and leave the lover separated. Losing Selena almost destroys Sandro until he finds out the truth of their accident which later reveals she was alive after all. Though Selena loses her memory and remembers nothing about the man she had married months ago, Sandro decides to use drastic measures by kidnap his wife. Convincing her about their love wasn’t easy but it was a challenge he was willing t
“In the name of God, I, Alessandro Kennedy De Rossi, take you, Selena Salvatore to be my beloved wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”Sandro took the sparkling, ring with 6 and ½ carats, pushing the tiny, shimmering, diamond, encrusted metal band into Selena’s finger. She could hardly see the ring with tears blurring her visions. Her soft veil brushing against her exposed back and her long, lace fitted sleeve that stretches up to her wrist gave a gorgeous overall alongside her wedding ring.No words could describe how ecstatic she was today. To finally marrying the man of her dream. The man who is basically, her everything and with all the journey they had gone through together, she can’t wait for more.As long as Sandro is by her side, she knows that she cou
A/N: Heya guys. I hope you will like this story. I'm working my ass off to make it good and hopefully, yall can agree to that too. Do let me know what you think and feel free to rate it. Give me your most honest opinion and do know that English is not my first language but I will try my best to make it pleasant for you. Thanks:) DIANA ... His head felt like it was knocked by boulders. He can’t stop listening to the ringing inside his head that pushes him to squint his eyes as he walks to the stairs in his house. He had to hold the railings seeing his vision was becoming pretty blurry and his shaky legs due to the pain coursing down his body made his movement slow. When Sandro’s feet touch the ground, he walks slowly towards the living room when he hears the sounds of people crying there. He had to lean on the wall for support and the further he walks, the louder the sobbing becomes. His chest feels tight and chills run down his spine. He was t
If it wasn’t for Sandro, even on the edge of death she wouldn’t contact her ex-husband that sounded so arrogant, even though the phone and she can’t seem to remember why she had chosen to marry that man in the first place. Giggles that she could hear from the other side of the call made her flinch and curl her fingers in a fist as it remind her what a cheating bastard Giuseppe De Rossi was. It burns her from inside out hearing how happy they were after putting her through an emotional train wreck. “What do you want from me now, Lia?” His voice almost growling and surely smiling as he hears her voice. It agitates Amelia that he uses the same name he once used throughout their marriage. It felt dirty in her mouth but this conversation is not about her. It’s about their son. “I don’t need anything from you, Giuseppe. All I need is for you to be there for your son! He is your fucking son! He is of your flesh and blood. Not just any kid from the street you seem to