Dulce Mga Nobela at Kwento

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Five months later. Dulce had already gotten used to it in a matter of just two months, she was doing well, she had moved away from Eloy and was spending time with her friends and with Alfredo, her boyfriend, although she did not feel that things were more or less with Alfredo and she could not to get out of her head what Eloy told her, and she got a little jealous that some girls followed both Alfredo and Eloy, some girls consumed magic powders and wanted Dulce to have her first time with those magic powders, which are drugs, She didn't accept and Dana got angry because of that rejection so she devised a plan, for Eloy to seduce

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

She got up, went downstairs and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties cleaning up. When she saw Elizabeth, she immediately greeted her, "Miss, you get up?" Miss? Is she calling her? "Hello, who are you?" Elizabeth walked down the stairs and looked at the unfamiliar woman. "You can call me Dulce. Mr. Marquez specially invited me to take care of you." She introduced herself, "Are you hungry? There's breakfast in the kitchen, and I'll bring it to the table." Dulce Rubio said, and turned to the kitchen.

I did not know whether or not to like it, but I knew that since she was injured I should not be overreacting. Delilah turned to me, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to memorize every detail. Then she gave a soft nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… you must be Damon’s…” “My mate,” Damon said firmly, stepping beside me, his hand grazing the small of my back as he looked directly at Delilah. “The mother of my child and my woman, my pride and my glory.”

She carried a glass of her lychee-turmeric juice and walked to the balcony for some fresh air. On Ben’s table, opposite Ben sat Dolce in a lady’s outfit. “Mr Adalase or Shall I call you Ben for old times’ sake?” Dolce laughed. “You will call me Major General Adalase or as people in your circle call me ‘Devil’.” Ben’s voice was cold as ice. He had a hunch, and it was spot on. “Alright, Devil” Dolce laughed “Let me send you home with a drink.” Dolce pushed the drink in front of him towards Ben.

Our dominant race prefers tangible objects that are comfortable to touch rather than faces. So, women are beautiful. Ah, there's no difference. Like a woman who just came out. To me, she's beautiful. Probably the same age as my eldest brother who is now lying in the hospital. In a coma. "Hello!" I prefer to greet this woman with a full smile. A smile that was friendlier than the habitual corporate slaves in front of me when I had to work. "Who, Bas?" asked the woman who turned out to be shorter than Aryo, wearing new home-made overalls, as evidenced by the price tag that had not been removed.

Teacher Maria was quiet during their journey. Mr. del Fuego was looking at her once in a while. He smiled when he saw that today, Teacher Maria wore lipstick and light make-up. From their previous meetings, she was so simple with no makeup at all. Her beauty is quite intriguing. He can see her natural beauty the longer he stared at her. "God, she is really beautiful," he said to himself.

She could even recite them backwards. She had never given birth to a child. Why did she keep dreaming that her child was being taken away? "Mr. Douglas, Miss Dulcie." Jayce brought the desserts to the Andrew family's two children. "These are freshly made desserts." Mr. Douglas looked prim and proper. He had a mature air to him. Miss Dulcie was lovely and cute. She stared at the desserts, her big black eyes wide open. Dulcie's attention was immediately drawn to the desserts. "Wow... this one looks delicious!"

The way everyone else orbits around them says enough. At the head of the table is a girl with hair so glossy it reflects the overhead lights like spun gold. She doesn’t eat so much as toy with her salad, her manicured fingers slicing leaves into smaller pieces she never bothers putting in her mouth. Every time she laughs, the sound makes the room tilt a little toward her, like gravity itself bends to her will. She’s not just beautiful. She’s terrifying. And I know without being told—this is the queen bee. Her name, whispered in the halls this morning, was Victoria Hale. Daughter of some real estate mogul, old Blackridge money. Her family has enough property in this town to own the ground we’