Doña Paloma Novels & Stories

IMELDA IS ALIVE(1805) It had been two days since Carla freed Angel Uriel from the claws of the Scourge. Carla and Jake had grown closer after that day and this had made Lucas jealous. He wondered what changed. Dona was to come back home with Jasmine today and Carla could not to see her. She prepared Dona's favourite, spaghetti and meatballthats. She also made a made a cake as desert. A purple ray of light showed in the middle of the kitchen, a portal was then revealed where Dona and Jasmine emerged from.

Mrs Sango walked away after Rodrigo. Paloma got up from her seat and swayed her hips as she walked to Hillary. The place was silence, all that could be heard was the clicking of her heels. “You look very lovely in that dress.” She complimented Hillary but she ignored her. “Really? Not even a thank you?” “Cut the crap, I'm not your friend.” “Woah!” Paloma exclaimed before laughing softly. “This I the thanks I get for being nice to you? Mm what a cruel world.” She said while checking her fingernails.

Aria’s POV Security didn't dare touch the legendary ruthless Don. They let him block the VIP backdoor. "Aria, please!" His eyes were bloodshot. His voice shook wildly. "Even if you give me the death penalty, at least give me a chance to explain. Come see my estate. Just one look." I didn't even look at him. I walked straight to my team's van. "I still have your old dark green notebook!" he suddenly roared. "It has all your early design sketches! Don't you want it?"

It’s a deep, rustic red, glistening with a swirl of green-gold olive oil and fresh basil. “What’s this?” I ask, tilting my head “It’s Pappa al Pomodoro. Velina made it specially for you.” Diana sits down at the edge. “She told me to make sure you finish it.” My lips pull into a curve. “I sure will.” I dig into the food, watching Diana from my peripheral. Her mouth opens, and close her mouth, then her lips pull into a thin line. Her hands keep folding and unfolding on her lap. She’s practically vibrating with unsaid words.

he said. “A version,” she said. “I’ve never made it exactly right.” He looked at her. “What’s missing?” he said. She was quiet for a moment. “Time,” she said. “And my grandmother standing next to me.” He held that. “Is she gone?” he said. “No,” Paloma said. “She’s in Oaxaca. I haven’t been back in three years.” She turned to the next customer. He stood at the counter and finished the consommé and thought about her grandmother’s kitchen and the bitter chili with no English name.

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

he searched for many pain relief methods he known dark chocolates gives relief to pain he ordered dark chocolate ice cream and chocolates for her he didn't let anyone enter inside his cabin he was busy in taking care of her making her to eat and making her to sleep comfortably on him she started feeling many unknown things towards him Mary came to Don's cabin floor and seen salomi there she asked "sals what you're doing here" salomi said "I'm working as boss assistant here" mary said "woahh little girl what about sri" salomi said "she is personal assistant of boss she is inside his cabin" mary asked "is our little girl in periods" salomi said "exactly aunt she is feeling a lot of pain dont k

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

Closed her eyes. Smiled. “This tastes like love,” she said. I tasted mine. It tasted like memory. We ate slowly, laughing, teasing, stealing bites from each other’s plates. Holly smeared sauce on my cheek just to see me scowl. I flicked a piece of basil at her in retaliation. She gasped, then laughed so hard she nearly spilled her wine. The staff chuckled quietly, shaking their heads, whispering to each other in Italian. Il Don è felice. The Don is happy.