Casita Madrigal Encanto の小説・ストーリー

Celeste stays close to me, radiant in a flowing coral gown, while little Ray refuses to leave Father’s side, proudly holding his grandfather’s hand like a young prince guarding a treasure. The tables overflow with food and wine; exotic fruits, roasted meats, gold-edged pastries from Matica, and Aerithian wines aged for decades. The band plays soft, sweet melodies that make the hall come alive. Everywhere I turn, nobles and royals offer congratulations and blessings. They present gifts; sculptures carved from crystal, chests filled with jewels, and fabrics spun with silver threads. Cassain rises, tall and proud, his voice carrying easily across the room. “From the royal house of Matica,” he s

Ursula stared in disbelief at the figure of the man who had just introduced himself in front of her as the owner of the castle she was visiting now—Albert Bertoldo, sitting in his chair. His existence was beyond her expectations. She thought the owner of this ancient castle was an old and unattractive person. Instead, she found the young man with his dark hazel eyes—a sign that the man was a pure-blood witch—and a friendly face, welcoming her enthusiastically as soon as she arrived at the front of the room.

Matienzo Madrigal shouted again before turning to the boy who was said to be his son and then turned to follow Jaxson. Keegan Campbell turned slightly to the mother and noticed the envy in the boy's eyes. As well as the strange grin on the lady's lips as she rolled her eyes around the mansion. “Do you see this house, son? From now on we will live here. The secret your father sends us is no longer enough for us. We don't deserve such treatment, you understand? ” The lady said to her son before he knelt in front of the boy. “Remember this son, you are a Madrigal. And a Madrigal achieves whatever its goal in life is. Because they have money. And now that we are here nothing can stop us. No one.

“Yes, Wildfire. Santa Barbara.” And then I saw it. Belmond El Encanto. The grand hotel, glimmering with lights that reflected off the ocean, had elegant tables set for an intimate dinner. The breeze carried the scent of the ocean and roses, and the golden light of the fading evening cast everything in a surreal glow. I couldn’t breathe for a moment; everything looked like a dream. I froze. “Marion… you didn’t…” He smirked, his hand finding mine. “I told you you’d see.”

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

I was Luna, and I had to perform. Back at the Alarcón mansion, Mateo was pacing the length of his bedroom. The champagne was gone, replaced by a tumbler of neat Scotch, but the alcohol wasn't doing anything to calm the fire in his blood. He kept pulling the dark silk panties from his pocket, running his thumb over the lace. The memory of how she had wound her waist against his thighs, the fierce, angry power in her movements, was driving him insane. He had never met a woman who took his money and then looked at him with such cold defiance.

“We are going to get you a position on the stage at mariposa! Even if you decide not to stick with it in the long run, sweet stuff. You need to feel your worth and show the whole world how amazing you are!” Candy texts someone then brings me down the back stairs to her car and off to Maripossa. It’s still early and the club isn’t open yet, but the door swings open and this immaculately dressed latino man in his 30’s I think, smiles at us “Is this the pequeña mariposa that I have heard so much about?” “Si! Mateo Castillo’s umm… niece-phew? They are nonbinary and a fabulous performer!” Candy says with a wave and flourish. “This is Nova, not Castillo…um I don’t actually know your last name, Nov

I went back to cleaning while the twins were still eating in the kitchen. And by the way, I now know why the name of the resort is Mairaos Resort. That's Carmelita's last name. And I have learned that she's an orphan, or that's what she prefers because she never met her biological father. Dylan and Cole told me this story. Those twins are a bit gossipy.

"I think you may be the only woman I ever bring here, cara. Meanwhile, fill your heart and your eyes and your lungs with the scene here before you. Shea had to agree it was a truly magical environment. Huge clay pots of vibrantly blooming bougainvillea and plumeria lined the walk, illuminated by the spotlights from the corners of the roof. Their fragrance drifted on the soft night breeze, tantalizing her nose. Before her eyes stretched the vast holdings of Rancho Castillo, the lowing of cattle a faint sound in the distance. From the barn came the rattle of horses' hooves as they stamped on the stall floors, now and then a whicker sounding from one of them. Above the, the sky was like a velve

there are beautiful surrounded balconies. Bright slashes of different colors tumbled from the pots of bougainvillea blossom. "Paradise Castillo" written boldly at the far top with gold dust.. "Wow...this is truly paradise...this is beautiful" I muttered. "Elva" Mig called. "Huh?" I answered not taking my eyes off the castle. "Damn...why did you ran off like that?" He said. "Mig this is beautiful! Thank you" I said,hugging him. "I'm glad you like it...let's go in" He said.