Casandra Salazar Novels & Stories

Kristel Vista. She remembered the new Vice President's feature. She is such a beauty indeed. She looks like a fashion model with flawless skin and looks like a local actress Kristine Hermosa. She is soft-spoken and very kind. She is sure that she can get along with Mr. Gracer. Even though her Boss is quite a snob and Bossy, Ms. Vista might be his neutralizer.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

That calluses in her hands are proof of labors and hardwork. Her name was Serene Almirez. Her surname was a popular one in the business world. Its not a surprised that she was always asked about her connection to the Almirez family, because she carry the same surname around. She truly hated her mother for using her father's last name for her. She was no other than a once privileged princess who chose to runaway from the palace because of an evil witch. Peter Almirez, Serene's father was the owner of the Daily Life Publishing Company which is the biggest publishing house in North America. Her father was Hispanic with a mix of Filipino blood. Cynthia (Serene's mother) met Peter on a restaurant

“It's raining and you girls are making me watch this awful TV show.” “You don't like Celebrities Under Water?” Isabel asked. “No. Because they make you think the celebrities are going to drown, but then they never do.” Isabel nudged Cassandra who frowned at her. She reached out for the remote and changed the channel. “Should we watch a movie Natán?” she asked. He smiled at her and her heart fluttered. “But I'm picking it” he announced and Isabel gladly handed over the remote. Halfway through the movie, the channel scrambled and Carlota Diaz, the youngest newscaster in Mexico, was going to announce the cause of the interruption.

he inquired, his eyes scanning the room with a sudden unease. Before I could respond, a heavy silence filled the room. Matamoros looked from me to Lisa, sensing the weight of an unspoken truth. Lisa, glancing at me with concern, tried to find the right words. "Matamoros, there's something you need to know," she began cautiously. Matamoros, still on his knees, looked at us expectantly. "What is it? Where's Casandra?" Taking a deep breath, I confessed, "Casandra... didn't make it. She sacrificed herself so I could escape."

feelings pass through Santiago's face, the truth is she didn't understand how someone could be so open with a person she had practically just met. — But everything got worse when she became pregnant, while I was filled with happiness, she became hysterical, she did not want children and lose her figure, she did not want to have to give up parties, trips, she said that she was not born to have children or raise them — Santiago sighed remembering those difficult moments in his personal life — I tried to make her see that I would be with her at all times, that we would be a family. To which she replied that she should stop living in fairy tales and wake up, that now a baby only came to cry, an

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.

--- Elsewhere, Casandra watched her phone screen as the headlines exploded. > “New video intensifies scandal—Designer Rosemary Ananta accused of immoral behavior with entrepreneur Damien Lau.” Casandra smiled, her reflection flickering in the red glow of her wine. “Goodbye, Rosemary,” she whispered. “This time, not even Adrian can save you.” But behind her smile, a flicker of unease crept in. Because somewhere out there, Adrian Devaux was already moving—quietly, methodically—toward the truth that could burn all her lies to ash.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with