Carmen Berzatto Novels & Stories

Carmen and Kay continued working and elevating the name of the company; Kay and Bay's corporation, they increased its revenue, fame and distribution worldwide making Pa Bernard, Kay's mother and Carmen's family very glad. One evening as Kay and Carmen discussed and worked with vanilla and strawberry ice creams and their laptops before them at home, Anita called Carmen. "Hello sis! How are you doing?" Carmen asked loudly and excitedly. "I am okay, my darling. How is your husband?" Anita asked.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Dangelo got straight to the point: "Your timing is perfect, we were just about to start!" The two of them had just been chatting intimately, and Dangelo's agent's face was getting worse and worse, looking like he was about to explode. It was then that Dangelo introduced, "Charlotte, last year's winner of the International Castaneda Piano Competition, the special invited piano accompanist for my new album!"

Every suspicion that I was important was about to be confirmed. “Ella Delgado is the name I gave myself when I ran away from the life, but the family never lets you go.” He dragged his hand across his mouth. “Who are you?” “Arabella Santoro, daughter of Maurizio Santoro.” Ferrante’s consigliere. His eyes widened and his hand went lax. “Fuck.” I bit down on my lower lip. “It makes sense now, huh? Why he wouldn’t want me ruined.” “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked with a hiss.

“Right you are! Teasing you isn’t as fun as teasing my Carmen. Speaking of which, where is she?” Lloyd instantly launched a stern resistance. “What do you mean 'your Carmen'!? She’s mine, okay!? You already have Jade, Saiorse, and even Ciara with you. Also, there’s that Miss Aurum who was with you when you won the WCOTY Award previously. You’ve got the most beautiful women you need! So, stop targeting my Carmen! She’s a really pure woman, so you’d better not soil her!”

Mikaella "Y-you don't understand I-,"Ruby rubbed circles on Carmen's back as she leaned into the toilet bowl spewing all her stomach contents. She only paused to say that she wanted to meet Kimberly Cervantes. Ruby wanted to meet her too especially when they had locked eyes earlier that evening. When she had called out a certain name from the crowd, 'Mikaella'. Was Kimberly Cervantes interested in talking to her? She asked herself, but because of Carmen's greed of shrimps they were missing their chance to talk and actually give gratitude to the woman who had made their stay in New York city worth while.

Then, she stared deeply into the man’s eyes, hoping that she looked as threatening as she thought. “Are you from a cult?” she asked. The tall man blinked. He failed to show his willingness to drop her hand which was still in his grasp. “I am from Amarxona.” ”What’s my business with A****n? I didn’t order anything from them. Or, is this some sick game?” The man didn’t reply to her. Zaramanni sighed as she suddenly decided to go along with the man’s talk, hoping that it would be over before she knew it. Hoping that within a few minutes, she would be back in her room. “Okay… What does A****n want from me?”

Romero’s expression barely shifted, but he reached for his wine, and his fingers twitched slightly around the stem. “What are you working on these days, Carmenta?” Signor asked. “She’s co-heading a restoration project in Milan,” Romero answered before I could. “The old opera house near the canal. She's redesigning the terrace façade.” “She romanticizes risk,” Romero said flatly. “She makes it worth the risk,” Antonello countered. They both looked at each other. I could feel the familiar crackle between them—brothers, sharp and proud, never letting the other get too comfortable.

Carter. *************************************************