Carmen "carmy" Berzatto Novels & Stories

She takes her time to finish her makeup, rolls her hair up into a bun, opts for a black sleeveless dress and wears no jewellery around her neck all in a bid to show off Antonio’s mark to Tatum. “Who would have thought a time would come when the almighty alpha of the blood oak pack would be asked to wait for me and he would wait patiently like a dog for its master?” Carmela’s haughty voice fills the living room as she saunters in, taking majestic strides towards Tatum. Tatum stands up, looks at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes before his lips curl into a thin smile, his eyes falling to Carmela’s neck. “I see you carry the mark of the king, congratulations Carmela,” he says in a c

Every feature was sculpted to perfection—clear, sharp beauty that even surpassed Victoria in elegance. Among all the women Sharon had ever seen, Carmen's beauty would easily rank in the top three. Yet, her presence carried such an icy detachment, like a snow-capped mountain that never melts—majestic, intimidating, and utterly unapproachable. Thomas's crisp, clear voice sounded from beside her. "Sharon, this is Carmen, head of the Lance family." Sharon moved to greet her, but Carmen extended her hand first. "Hello. I'm Carmen Lilo." Sharon offered her hand gracefully. "Carmen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sharon."

I slowly pulled away and straightened myself up before returning to my chair. "Come in," I said loudly. The door slowly opened, and Daddy's secretary peeked out from there. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at the standing man named… What's his name again? Jai, what? "Ahmm, sorry to disturb you, Miss, Sir. I just came here to inform that the glam team is now ready for the shoot.” “Great!” I exclaimed and clapped once before standing again. "Shall we go, Mr. Dela Merced?” I asked in a mocking tone.

“Benvenuta, Carmella, ripara il suo nido di topi per la Copa (Welcome, Carmella, fix her rats' nest for the Copa).” Rat's nest? How rude! Carmella takes my ponytail out and puts my hair up in two pigtails. Yep, he’s definitely going for the little doll look. Carmella finished quickly, and Allegra shooed her away. “Go to your Capo, doll,” Allegra said, smugly. “I am not his doll,” I replied. “Sweetheart, whether you like it or not,” Allegra said, crossing her arms. “Antonio DeMarco owns you. Play your part.”

Then the internet found out who she was. By noon someone had matched the butter yellow dress to a brand called Antonia Reyes Studio, found the designer's I*******m, found a tagged photograph captioned "my girl Carmen," and from there the trail was short. Carmen Lopez. Architecture student. Former girlfriend of Russell James, Merseyside FC forward.

He cannot move his bare fingers. [Hello hot streamer] [Hello, please notice me] [What is your information about Bussage International School?] Sam blinks twice as his hands are typing right now. [Hello, how may I help you?] His introvert side is now kicking in as the CEO is observing him. He is amazed by how the viewers of him are now growing. Cameron sips some coffee on his mug and watching his streamer on an anonymous account. He is typing his message. [Please tell us about yourself.]

"My wedding to Brad is next week. I do hope you’ll come." Then, so faint I almost missed it, "Don't think your little games can break me. I'm clever, too. Just you wait, Carmen. I will have my revenge." Alexander walked in at that moment, and she quickly retreated to where Brad was waiting. "Moss Corporation is operational again," Alexander informed me, his expression grim. "Hazel secured a loan and reopened in another city—just outside my immediate reach." He looked at me intently. "But Carmen, say the word, and I'll find a way. I can ruin them all over again."

While Carmelo faced down, grinning widely at her words. I rolled my eyes, “Have you stopped fashion designing? Are you now a matchmaker?” I crossed my hands over my chest. Carmelo still had a stupid smile on his face. I wished to wipe it off. But I couldn’t. As much as I was finding it hard to accept, Viva was helping me out with my plans without her knowledge. “Honey, don’t you know who I am? Vittoria De Babesy, that’s who. And matchmaking has been my perfection.” She winked at me. “Glad that you know nothing about me still.” I regretted saying those words but it was too late.

“This is Betsy. She’s from New Mexico. Known her for years.” “Hi,” Betsy said as she wrapped one arm around Jesse’s shoulders. “Betsy, the big bear with the mid-western accent is Goldman. He’s a deputy. The stud for the evening is Dalton. He’s a deputy, too. The ladies…” Jesse trailed off. “I’m Bambi,” she said and gave Nick a kiss on the nose. “I’m Candy,” she said as she slid her hand up Nick’s arm. “And I’m Mandy,” she said in a sexy voice as she gave Nick’s shoulders a good squeeze.

Valerie Hernandez "Are you ready for the performance?" I ask Carmen as we walked inside the school. "You bet I am. I will show the principal that my team deserve to have the stage instead of his untalented daughter." I chuckled. "I can’t wait to watch your performance. Good luck." I gave her two thumbs up, Carmen disappeared to join her dance team.