Novel & Cerita Dulce

"what are you looking at? We are already an old married couple. It's nothing that you haven't seen before!" Angelo grinned. "You look so gorgeous tonight, my dear!" Jate and Angela, found themselves laughing as a plain dealer like Angelo Winston had finally learned how to give compliments to his wife. But Dulce was feeling shy from all the attention and her face blushed a darker shade of pink. "When did you learn to say this things? I'm telling you, flattery will get you nowhere!" "Jate and Angela have already given me their presents. Where's your present then?"

He squeezed his fist, feeling the need to punch something. Adam would pay for his betrayal... ~ Diana had been seeing a customer off when she saw Dulce walking towards her shop. Even from afar, the little filipina woman looked tired and sad. She mentally checked if she had her favorite flavor of cake available and found she had; she would give her a slice and get her to relax. "Hey you!" She called when dulce got to her, giving her a warm hug. "Hey you too, you're looking spectacular," she commented as she ran her eyes over Diana. "I love your new hairstyle."

she asked. “No, I want to see what is mine and mine alone, my dear.” He said as he stood. “I do, however, not know your name currently either.” “Scarlett.” She said. “Well, my dear princess Scarlett.” He said as he moved to an out cove, “I would like to see these now.” He began to lower her dress down her shoulders. Her breast fell out, and his eyes glazed over. “Oh, my love, these are beautiful. Do I have your permission to touch what is mine?”

The woman's eyes turned teary again and then her memory didn't seem to want to stop giving her sadness. "You shouldn't have killed my parents and I shouldn't have doubted you like this. It hurts to go through everything like this. And I really want to marry you...," Olivia muttered to herself very calmly. After finishing finishing one gingerbread. The woman started to enjoy the avocado juice which Andrew also prepared.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Dulce's eyes sparkled with hope. "Where did you get this Voucher from?" Rose was very surprised to get an invitation to a free buffet meal for four people. "From a kind customer." Dulce looked at Rose expectantly. Unable to bear to disappoint her, Rose nodded her head. "Thank you, Uncle Rose." Dulce happily embraced the master who was actually much younger than himself. "I'm going to put Kenzie to bed a bit so he won't be fussy tonight.' Rose smiled at Dulce's nimble movement up the stairs.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

I tried to get up, but the pain in my coccyx is greater, "all I need is a hand." She's nice, Dulce is one of the employees of the apartment, and not only that, she takes care of the cleaning, the kitchen, grocery shopping, and she's trustworthy. She's a woman in her forties, and she says she gives everything for her children. It's not that I have a hard heart, but I hope her children can help her when they work, that they don't forget the woman who gives her life for them. "Thank you, Mrs. Dulce," she helps me up, and between groans and complaints, I'm standing.

Dulcie smiled sinisterly and said, “It’s already too late. You heard everything! Besides, I heard from Miss Ruth that your specialty is gossip, right? Gathering and spreading news...” “Uh, that’s not my only specialty. I’m quite good at keeping secrets—” “I won’t believe you unless you take this.” Dulcie took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a round black pill. “This is my family’s secret recipe. It’s called Calamity of the Mouth. If you say something you shouldn’t, you’ll feel itchy all over, especially that pretty face of yours. The more you scratch it, the itchier it gets, and it’ll keep growing itchier until you’ve disfigured yourself.”

Arya announced awkwardly. She still wasn't used to ordering people around. “I'm Alex Duber... I mainly work in the gardens.” The oldest of the bunch, an average man, with average features and neatly slicked-back hair, said. “I'm Kayla Duber.” Besides the man, Alex, a woman introduced herself with a nervous expression. Arya remembered that the girl was the one who had greeted her as she headed down the stairs. The girl had tan skin, like her father, and bright blue eyes like the woman behind her.