Briana Hernandez Novels & Stories

, BJ for short. Then the pain returned, a fierce reminder that my journey wasn't over yet. Each birth brought its own wave of agony and joy. Thorne., with his fierce little cry; Phoenix, whose quiet strength was evident even in her first breath; and finally, Daisy, my gentle flower. One by one, my four babies entered the world, each bringing a small but profound piece of Brax with them.

Every now and then, Briana turned around and looked at the backpack on Aliana's back. A pang of contempt ran through her heart. Briana snorted. She thought, "What a vain family! They can't afford to buy the latest clothes for her, but this backpack is the latest model. This bag will definitely follow her for six years." Briana regretted it so much. In Silvercrest, there are so many people surnamed Harriman. She didn't think she would be so lucky to meet the child of the Harriman family. She was so enthusiastic yesterday and let Xavier secretly help her.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

She then took the two bikinis on the floor which I threw earlier and showed to them. "Well, I was confused about which one is perfect for her. So I asked her to select the best bikini over this but she refused the offer saying she is a Saint." "No, it's a pure lie!" I yelled. "Then why are you in my room?" She folded her arms against her chest. "Quinn, you just asked me to help through your packing, that's why I'm here. And for your kind information, I'm not going to wear these two pieces."

I say as I look at her but she wasn’t convinced. “I know you’ve done something. You are hiding something. What is it?” She asked in her intimidating voice, making me gulp. Okay, she is not playing around. “Fine, Hank’s fiancée might be cheating on him and he wanted to see me.” I tell her, conveniently leaving out Lucas Carter. I knew the minute she hears Hank’s name, her lid will blow off. I don’t know why, but Elizabeth and Danika really hated Hank. If he ever goes missing, the cops are going to knock on their doors first.

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

“She's Luna Stone’s sister Ciara.” I nodded and hugged him. “I heard you the first time you said it and I'm not doing anything. Infact I won't let her know you've told me who she really is.” “That's a terrible idea,” he shook his head. “Brianna is crazy!” “Forget it, Bryan. I'm not going to tell her you told me anything if you don't.” I walked to the bed and crawled in, throwing the duvets over my body. My mind was made up and he wasn't going to change it. At least I wasn't going to let him.

NATHALIE - “You want to try the shirt that daddy Calix bought for you?” I excitedly asked Brianna. Brianna nodded without hesitation. I observed that after breakfast, with Sir Calix accompanying Brianna to her room and checking for hidden cameras, Brianna’s aura was less heavy. Her blank face and expression became lively and, most of all, somehow she smiled. “Let’s try this one.” I suggested trying on the white shirt with ‘I ♥ Hawaii’ printed on it.

she cried, struggling against his hold. The man didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it firmly against her nose and mouth. Briana's eyes widened in terror as she inhaled the sickly sweet scent of chloroform. She fought to free herself, but her strength was quickly sapped. Her vision blurred, and darkness began to close in. Her last thought before she lost consciousness was of Anderson, and how desperately she wished he were there.

I can’t stop thinking— as an overthinker, it’s highly impossible. I want to cry but I don’t have the strength for that. I pull out my phone and pray for a distraction as I dive into the internet. But even the internet feels like a part of my limb is in hell. News reports Brianna Brown—daughter of Brown Jenkins, one of the founders of PH Enterprise, the largest jewelry conglomerate—has flown into the country, and every blog and social media sphere is buzzing with stories and photos of her. Brianna. My fingers tighten around my phone and I narrow my blurry sight to take hold of the almost blurry picture captured by one of the news outlets of Brianna at the airport being welcomed by what seems