Doreen Ramirez Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“Hello. I’m Cynthia McCarthy, the director of this foundation. How may I help you, gentlemen?” “You just completed an event, right?” Gerald asked, and the woman nodded. “Doreen Hamilton was your guest of honor, wasn’t she?” “Oh, yes. God bless her beautiful soul. You don’t know how much of a help she has been to this abused women’s foundation. Is that why you’re here? Do you also want to make a donation?” “No,” Gerald answered, causing the woman’s face to drop a little. “I just want to know whether Doreen is still here. Is she?”

What was worse was that my feelings kept getting stronger day by day. God! Why can’t I stop thinking about Jake? I decided to knock on the door but I didn’t hear an answer so I just opened it. Thankfully the secretary did not stop me because she knew me. My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see:

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Chapter 11: You will pay the consequences! Welcome everyone to this wonderful place where we will celebrate together the birthday of my Miss Charlotte Ramirez! Today I am so happy to see all my relatives who came all the way from Venezuela and Colombia to celebrate the fifteenth birthday of my beautiful Miss Charlotte! Now let's all welcome Miss Charlotte Ramirez with a big hug''. Chloé's phone started to ring, but she didn't pay attention to it, because she was in the most important moment of her life.

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

Dove questioned but Teresa ignored her , ' Stopping the bleeding won't do, I have to heal her completely ' she thought with shallow breaths. “ Teresa, if you're trying to heal her completely as an E class two-star mage there is no way you can do that, just stop, I think the bleeding has stopped,” Dove suggested but Teresa didn't listen, ' I'm aware but I'm almost there ' she thought. “ You're not listening to me Teresa, if you continue with this you will drain all your mana ” Dove yelled, “ Dove ” Elex called as he tapped her arm and pointed at Amaria's wound, “ it's closing up”, Dove glanced at Teresa then at Amaria's wound, ' she's actually doing it '

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.