Casandra Salazar Novels & Stories

Someone's POV: "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I frustratedly throw the glass I am holding when I heard the update of the private investigator I hired. "What did you just say?" I look at him with sharp eyes. He cough before speaking. "A-According to...to the information I get, Miss Abby Zegura-Salazar already here in Philippines and she already had reconciliatolion with her husband Mr. Cloud Salazar---" "FUCK!" I shouted out of anger.

Sara kept looking in the direction where Caspian was. Michael noticed her friend's nervousness. And when he looked in the direction she was looking, he noticed a beauty, it was Sonia Villareal, one of the majority shareholders of Jaime's bar. I understood that she was working there, but as a VIP. What is she doing with Caspian? and having a drink, now, I understand Sara's jealousy. They must be old acquaintances.

— Dalia, this is Dunyasha Lebedinski, the other group's project manager. - introduces Carlos. — This is Dalia Penedo and Salazar, my wife. — Pleased to finally meet her. - says the blonde who to complete is Russian, as shows her accent. She holds firmly my hand. — Carlos won’t stop talking about you. — It’s a shame I can’t say the same. - I reply cynically while getting a scolding look from my husband.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“What?!” Both Chelsey and her mother exclaimed loudly in disbelief. The same Zoey they had looked down on, taunted, and treated like a nobody owned all they had? Chelsey stumbled back, her laugh dying in her throat. "You’re joking." "I wish I were," Lord Alcantara replied, his voice heavy. Her mother crossed her arms, scoffing. "You’re telling us this entire estate belongs to her? A girl who came out of nowhere?" "She didn’t come out of nowhere," Lord Alcantara said, his tone darkening. "Zoey—no, Celine—is the daughter of President Santos."

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

We all offered her a small wave, and in that same hypersonic speed, Joana had disappeared out of our sight and headed to the castle a few miles away, leaving us older folks alone—or at least, them older folks and I. It was silent for a few seconds, before a voice came, breaking it. “So…” Salazar started, making us turn our attention to rest it on him. His gaze was on me though, his lips slanted into a sly grin and I knew right then and there, I wouldn’t like what would come past his lips. “…Cassain won again.” It wasn’t a question, for he didn’t even attempt to make it sound so for the sake of my ego.

Her enthusiastic mood diminished when she heard her boss' voice in the reciever. "Kindly bring the proposal documents for tomorrow's board meeting. " "Yes sir." She replied as she replaced the reciever. She picked up the proposal documents, neatly arranged them and rose from her desk. Hesitatingly, she said a short prayer, turned the door knob and opened one of the two huge pair of doors. A white carpet spread through the spacious office. The large windows showed a wide view of the city. The mahogany shelves and file cabinets were full of books arranged neatly. He stood at one of the shelves engrossed in one of Christopher Columbus' diaries. He closed the books and addressed her.

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.