Buena Niña Novels & Stories

Who was this woman making false claims and speaking so uncultured? “Whoever you are, you don’t know me,” the artist replied, her tone steady. “I’m here to do my job; you have no right to insult me. And if I’m correct, you’re not Reina Black.” Bianca opened her mouth to speak, but the sounds of heels against the tiled floor interrupted. Everyone turned and was captivated by Reina's beauty; even without makeup and the bruises on her face, she looked stylish and sophisticated.

Chapter 3 – Ravina POV AThe pervert The warm water eased my sore muscles as I leaned back in the bathtub, releasing a slow breath. The tension in my body would not leave completely, but this was as relaxed as I'd been since arriving in this pack. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the mind-link. Anna, can you hear me? A minute later, my head was filled with her voice. I'm here. How are you? "Exhausted. Irritated. Something about this place feels. wrong," I admitted. "Are they treating you nicely?"

the guy grinned pointing at the girl in an extremely short dress with deep neckline. She reached out her hand towards Hiro, ignoring me completely, and leaning over Hiro trying to show her boobs. “Hi,” she voiced out coquettishly, “I'm Ma Lina.” “And I am Ba-na-na…” I replied snorting. Hiro, the man in the suit and the girl gazed at me confused, a little like they were looking at a pitiful sick person. “In Polish ma-li-na means raspberry… That's why a banana…” I giggled explaining.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

GEN’S POV "Buenas tardes a su Alteza,” masiglang bati ni Don Juan Vicente Enciñas sa nakangiting si Prince Liam. The man is like a fine wine, nasa late 40s na ito pero gwapo pa din at maganda ang tindig. Katabi nito ang napaka gandang asawang si Doña Nieves Encinas y Prietto kasama ang mga nag- gagandahan nitong mga anak. Si Lady Laya at Lady Lola. ‘Di ko tuloy maiwasang di mailang sa itsura ko, I'm 7 compare to these stunning ladies that are definitely a 10.

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

This is sounding deeply familiar. Juliana... "This woman, her name? What does she look like?" Antonio stares at me blankly. I try again. "The bad woman... A mulher má... Her name? Nome?" Palms upheld, he shrugs. "Ninguém sabe. Ela é um mistério." "A mystery? What does she look like?" Again, that blank stare... I stand, raising my hand to my head... "Tall?" ... Then lower... "Short? Alta? Baixo? Loiras? Morena?"

she said, struggling to think of a name on the fly. Rio eyed her carefully. “Hi, Luna,” she dragged out the name, clearly not believing it was her real name. “I’ve been on this motel for almost two days. I feel your pain with the stiff muscles,” she said, trying to be polite without saying too much. The woman nodded. “That’s brutal. I’ve been driving for what feels like forever, but is actually only a few days.” “Where have you been driving from?” “Batanes,” Rio replied. “Wow, that is one hell of a drive!”