Carmen Farias Novels & Stories

Carmen asked from behind me and I turned to look at her. Carmen's dress was as short as Raya's. It was orange just like the theme required, one long sleeve puffy at the bottom while her other arm was sleeveless. The neck of the dress was wrapped with her left bust, while the other bust had tiny silver stones that escaped to the side of the dress. It was a beautiful dress but a bit more revealing than the others and I noticed Lana's distaste but she kept it to herself allowing Carmen feel proud in her own sense.

Maria hesitated, then continued, “to ask for my hand in marriage.” “How utterly wonderful!” Donna exclaimed. “Tell me all about it.” “Jim is very successful,” Maria said. “He owns about a dozen car dealerships all over the area. If a Chicano buys a car — whether new or used — the probability is about two chances in three he bought it from a Jim Garçia dealership.” She paused and then continued, “But it could never work. He graduated from U.S.C., and has his MBA from Cal-Berkeley. I’m just an ignorant campesina,” she concluded.

And standing right beside Carmen was none other than Gloria, the lady she had a fight with earlier in front of the restaurant. As Carmen was a model, she was well none within the entertainment industry. And Gloria was also quite famous among the socialite diva's as she was the president of the Sanchez Entertainment media. As if sensing someone's gaze on her, Carmen turned to look at her. Hilda's heart skipped a beat that she turned her head back and stared back at the dress. She shut her eyes and prayed in desperation. 'God please let her not see me! Please let her not see me."

"I think it might be wise to know if people who might recognize me will be there. I'm good at being unseen, but it's not going to be easy trying to be unseen from people who know me." Mina caught what she was getting at. If her husband or her in-laws spotted her it would be like they were seeing a ghost and if her daughter was there it would really complicate things. Although Carmen looked the same as she did before she joined the Syndicate the differences as her looks did differ somewhat. For one her weight wasn't the same, her hair was blonde now instead of black and her eyes weren't blue. The Syndicate had somehow changed Carmen's eye color to a dark red that sometimes looked like it was

Farah's companion interrupted with a groan. “You know her; she prefers attractive men like you!" He laughed loudly before covering his mouth shyly. "Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, my gosh. I'm Katy Pee, and P stands for Purita Kalaw Ledesma. I’m Farah's Manager." "Thank you very much, Ms Farah, for agreeing to sign the contract. It is a tremendous honour for my son.” Mother Nena gasped as she held Farah's hand.

the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name. "Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him. "Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

Gabi replies. My brows furrow as I walk back to take my seat on the chair in front of her desk. I know Gabi didn't want me to hire Arian based on the fact that she has no work experience and she only has a high school diploma compared to the others but even so, I know she'll do a better job of taking care of Kary than the rest of them. "She used to be married?" I ask. "Yep. She was the wife of Mexico City's mad man. Rafael Navarro."

The young woman smiled. She glanced at Liam and said, “Good morning, Mr Kent.” Liam gulped. He swallowed empty air as he stared at the stunning young woman in front of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Who knew she would grow into such a beautiful and attractive woman? “Aria,” Liam remarked, his voice hoarse as he stared at her in awe. The young woman was none other than, Aria Carter. She was the daughter of Adrian Carter, Henry Ford’s best friend who was also a former soccer player.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.