Carmen Berzatto Novels & Stories

Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:53 The predominant sound in the room is that of Karen breathing. The events in Haunt 9 are now over, but she is unaware of the outcome for now. She is reading a report and is not very happy with the contents. After a few moments she looks up at the woman in front of her. “So you thought it was prudent to cancel the whole operation because of this… mistake?” “That wasn’t my decision”, Ingrid answers, trying to keep cool in front of her boss. “When we informed the other groups of what had happened they backed off.”

Throughout my mom’s explanation, I was perplexed by the whole connection. I know that instant that if I could discover the root of what happened between them twenty something years ago, I would decipher what happened to Smith. “What later happened to Collete?” I asked I saw the mood in the room turn sour. Maybe I asked the wrong question. Mr Stewart’s POV “That was our greatest regret. Collete was a Belgian-American. Her parents came from Belgium. She was very beautiful and tall, almost the same height as Melissa, but more beautiful and very smart.

Benito was hot headed and caused a small war between myself and a few other but I can out on top and gained more territory because of his bitch fit, now it seems my little dove grew wide eyed for a property that’s mine both legally and illegally. Benito at one point in time had asked for Jazmins hand in an arranged marriage when they were both fifteen, but it was quickly forgotten after Carlo had been shot. Now it seems that my little dove has grown to love Carlo’s main safe house and I’ve now got to not only give her what she wants but go in and build a special security plan for her safety in case Benito or any of his allies learns about her. The possibility of him or anyone else knowing ab

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Get the papers filed for the hit on the Santos warehouse." Carmen Rivera leaned against my solid mahogany desk, draped in a black Versace suit that made her sharp frame look like a jagged blade. I exhaled, kicking the heavy office door shut. "Hello, Mother." I should have told Daniel to lock the floor down, but Carmen doesn't wait for permission. She bleeds authority. "He is a stain, Santiago. That Cruz boy is going to drag the Rivera name through the mud before the month is up." She paced the length of the room, her heels clicking like a firing pin. "You’ve made a catastrophic error in judgment."

Everything about her screams attractiveness. "Tay, this is Clyde Dante and Beverly Carington. They're the people who designed the Harvest. This is my wife, Taylor." He introduced us to his wife. I shook her hand so was Clyde. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Hastington." I smiled. "Oh.. don't be so formal, you can call me Taylor." She said as she sat down across me. "But Mr. Dante.. I'm glad that you took over this project because I don't like Peter's style of design. I mean.. his design is modern but somehow it doesn't suit my taste alog with my dad's."

Fatu added "Fatu, you amaze me, I know you're smitten by one of the slave maidens that came along side Amira, I've seen the way you look at her" Kamur said "That reminds me Amir, I wanted to ask if you could sell Cara to me, I'll be ready to pay just any thing" Fatu pleaded "As a way of making up for my absence from our wrestling match I'll give you both one slave each without any cost of which you'll make your choice.I'll order my guard to bring them to your house this evening" Amir said

Hey, my name is Luna I am currently the president of a fan club for my favorite artist! Her name is Carmelita her stage name is Carmen. I met her once in 2017 and it was magical! I accidentally shown up late to meet n greets but luckily I was sooo active on the gram, her team noticed I missed VIP time! Carmen met me after the show, she smelt like flowers and her snow white skin was baby butt smooth! We had long conversation about where I came from and why I was late and she was sorry things went wrong on her end! I had never received an email for meet and greet times so I was late to arriving at the venue. It wasn't her fault but she hugged me so tight and said she was thankful I still came

she asked. Ms. Grace laughed. "The Moranos are like family to me. When my husband divorced me and threw me out, I was homeless. Donatello took me in and gave me this job. I've known Antonio since he was a teenager... I nurtured him after his mother's death to the be..." “wait hold on.” Luciana interrupted. “his mother is dead?” she asked, shock written all over her face. Ms. Grace's expression turned somber. "Yes, sadly. She was killed. It was a huge loss for everyone. She was so sweet."

Sandra chuckled and gripped his arm. “Well, I decided to invite a very few celebrities, only those I like and the ones I'm intrigue with...” Catherine turned to Sophie. “In a good way of course. This is Matsumoto Jun, very famous actor from Japan and my dear friend.” Then she he Sophie's arm. “Sophie Torres everyone, I watched one of her movies and I must say she's quite charming. Reason why I invited her tonight, her last movie was about this less fortunate people and very touching...”