Desiree Montoya Novels & Stories

“This place is paradise!” Desiree instantly shifted gears. She replaced her irritated smirk by a bright, wide-eyed expression that could’ve fooled anyone who hadn’t just witnessed her performance. “Oh! Hi mom,” she chirped sweetly, rising to her feet like a well-trained debutante. “Where’s dad? Isn’t he coming down to join us?” Monica gave a light chuckle. “Elliot stayed up way too late watching American football. One of those playoff games, I think. He’s still catching up on sleep.”

* it was Arsenio. *I'll survive. How was your new place?* *It's quite nice actually. Do you miss me, little bunny? :p* His question made me roll my eyes but I was grinning like an idiot. *Little bunny? Really? You're turning out to be cheesy ;)* at this point we were flirting with each other. After that, I did some research on Mr. Montgomery and Helius. I couldn't find much about Helius but Mr. Montgomery was the CEO of NEX Corporation, which was dealing with the most luxurious hotels across the globe.

"I know what you're thinking, Mona. But no, he doesn't have secrets." "Everyone has secrets, Desiree," I stated, walking towards the vast mahogany desk that commanded the room, my fingers tracing its smooth, polished surface. "Child, teenager, adult. They all hide something. You just have to know how to find it. And I, my dear, happen to be exceptionally good at it." She sighed, stepping towards me. "Mona—" A knock on the door interrupted her. "Enter," I called without looking up. Julian, her assistant, entered, his usual composure slightly frayed. He looked at Desiree. "Mrs. Montgomery is about to create a scene if you don't appear in three minutes."

3 ass, I looked like a kid amongst all these people. "What you doing up in my house like that? I give you permission?" Jason spoke, his voice blunt but with anger added to it. "Oh whatever Jason, you ain't scaring nobody" She scoffed before laughing and turning her attention to me. "You must be Savanna, Savanna Montano" She said, smiling showing her pearly whites. She didn't sound bitchy, she sounded genuine which was nice. She also had a very strong New York accent so I assumed she was from New York as it was so thick.

"Mum,dad. I will really kill myself if you don't get me a job that pays well," Joyce cried,stamping her feet on the ground in akimbo. She was a beautiful young lady of twenty five but with a petty job even though she was a literate. Her parents knew her to be always unserious and careless but with integrity. She was also known to be a trouble 'stirer.' She had beaten a few men,till they lost consciousness,who had asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Both rich and poor men.

'We just want the world to love us for the little monsters that we are.' -Atticus. |N I C O L A S| "She haven't sold the diamond in the market yet." Crystal informed me as if it was supposed to ease my anger, anyhow. It's been one week since we've been working like crazy on one single girl sho managed to trick all of us. She is fucking incredible at her job, I'll give her that. "She is so damn hot!" Logan gushed walking inside the room with a man whore smirk plastered on his face.

Damon Westwood Seeing her so impatient inflates my ego disproportionately. She irresistibly want me. Maybe almost as much as I want her. She trembles with desire. I love seeing her so vulnerable. At first my only desire was to leave her in a state of frustration immeasurable. But I couldn't resist. Especially not when she gives me those little dog eyes. “I want it now please.” Not additional foreplay I'm already on the verge of tearing my hair out. »

Oh you girls who are watching should get manicures because you are insecure bwahahahaha, so your boss is playing the guitar to make you jealous because you are jealous" kino and xiana laughed and suddenly it lit up so they could see the many people watching . "I've heard earlier about the one who said that I bought xiana, that's all I can say, don't speak if you don't know what happened," the woman who spoke suddenly bowed down and because she was on the mic everyone heard it . "I wanted you to meet my soon to be wife Yna Drixity Fionsyna Ronssonion----- "That rich son of yours is rich, he is the son of the owner of Drixity Chocolate Corp and his mom is a fashion designer" xiana was embarras

Alexandra Dupont's athletic figure etches itself with almost balletic grace while corralling her own shrieking metallic beast through the same diabolical high-speed gauntlet. I can't tear my eyes away from the holovid as it cycles through the same hypnotic sequence - our twin vapor trails merging and parting in a heated slipstream tango, fractions of inches separating disaster from triumph. The most minute corrections and split-second calculations playing out with perfect choreography. Until, inevitably, her improbable arc carries the advantage for one final aching exchange of corners before the checkered flash. Then the sequence resets to the beginning, cruel ouroboros of my ceaseless humil

Pieces of the puzzle her mother left behind, the dreams, the marks on her skin that no spell could erase—they all pointed here. “I was never just hunted because of my power,” she whispered. “It’s what I’m connected to. Who I descend from.” The forest spirit nodded. “The blood of queens, guardians of the moon’s gate, flows in you. Your brother was right to fear it. But he is not the only one who seeks to control it.” A flash of another figure appeared behind the spirit—masked, cloaked in fire and darkness. Watching. Waiting. Cassian cursed. “What the hell was that?”