Dolores Madrigal Novels & Stories

"You're Dolores's friend, I don't know how and where you met, but I want to tell you that she is a great woman and I wouldn't want you to hurt her. It's not a threat, I just want her to-" "You don't have to worry," I interrupt her. She must think I'm one of those opportunistic and dishonest women. I may be a liar, but I'm not a bad person. "I'm grateful to people, you don't have to worry. I can swear that I'm incapable of hurting her." "She's from Nicaragua, she's immigrating to this country and I hope she stays for a long time," she says with nostalgia, which fills me with intrigue. Dolores is from Nicaragua, where in the world is that country located?

Isabella commanded. Dolores snapped her eyes open and stared at her disfigured face, her eyes shifted to Isabella's beautiful ones. 'I know you have the intention of trying to get sleep with Salvatore again--" "-No," she whimpered. "You can't fool me, every woman out there wants to be his mistress, and I know you are one of them." "Salvatore belongs to me alone, you get it?" She pulls at Dolores's hair again. Dolores tried to nod her head but only end up hissing when pain shot through her jaws.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

Not even a single solitary time. “Delfina Poletti, this is my mother and the most important person in the Matrone family, Fiamme Matrone.” As they stood next to a table where a woman was glaring at her phone furiously, he snapped his fingers, “and this cantankerous looking creature, Delfina, is my sister Carma Matrone.”

Bur, he was old and tired The mistress of Jonathan Madrigal was once a young woman of the free cities in the West. Jonathan drank too much that night and he had stepped over her and led his seeds down her thighs. At morning light, he realized his folly and thinking the pride and honor of his family, he took her as her bride -- the bride he always said he'd regretted marrying. She was not a wife who took her duty in service of her husband. Damn. Joana just often visited the house. That Jonathan said before he had disappeared. Heaven knew where. Only hi

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

There’s no other perfect opportunity where she could question Ortega about his relationship with her stepmother. Ortega recognized the woman who joined them. It was Daniella Reyes, the first job assignment for Marcus Madrigal. The picture that Paloma sent to him via email didn’t do justice to her actual appearance. Daniella was prettier in person than in the photo and he wondered if Marcus wasn’t attracted to the woman while working closely with her. “Sure Miss Reyes,” he responded formally, “I’m sure you are already acquainted with my friend here. He was your guardian in HK,” he said while ignoring Marcus' scowling face.

But I can’t help it. Especially when she looks at me with those pretty eyes and squirms under my touch. I want her pretty fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly. This is so fucking strange. If I haven’t felt anything in so long, why now? Why Madelaine? “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, walking away. My dick twitched in my pants. I literally can’t take my eyes off her. It’s impossible. She has a pretty pink birthmark around her right eye, shaped like a flower.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.