Novel & Cerita Casandra Salazar

"Are you quetioning my decision Thalia?" " No! I'm just reminding you. Anyway this daughter is name Casandra she is a purebred white witch she was raise secretly by white witches who was exiled when I took over the kingdom." Maximillian recalled the time when Mira rescued his prisoner. He saw Cassie but later he was unsure if what he saw was just the effect of his injuries. "So what are you going to do with Tela?" " Why do you always want me to have something to do with your daughter.? "

— 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."

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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.

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.

Cassey bowed gracefully and gives them a sunshine smile. “Greetings to the Lady of Timmerhaus! I am Colosas Montalvo Febrez and right beside me is my fiancée, Cazila Silverius.” The young lady beside Colosas sneered at Cassey. But Cassey’s firm smile wasn’t even shaken a bit. She extended her best wishes to the couple and greeted the other members of the Febrez. “Don’t this lady think she’s forgetting someone?” the audacious tone of the voice caught the attention of the modest Cassey. She gave him a professional smile.

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.

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.