El Teca Señora Acero Novels & Stories

Gianna let out a sigh, her exasperation giving way to understanding. "I said Elena Walter is now known as Mrs. Elena Hamilton," she repeated, her voice conveying a mix of surprise and intrigue. "She is the new CEO and owner of Elen Tech. The same magnificently Tech Company you have been inquiring to know about since the former occupants left." Isabella's eyes widened in astonishment as she absorbed Gianna's revelation. The pieces of the puzzle began falling into place, and her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts.

A woman. Sharp eyes. Cold expression. Elena. Luca recognized her instantly. “Elena Varga.” She smirked. “You look surprised.” “You shouldn’t be here.” “And yet,” she said calmly, “here I am.” She fired again. Luca ducked. The bullet slammed into the wall. Damon grabbed a heavy glass bottle from the counter and threw it. It smashed against the floor near Elena’s feet. She glanced toward him. Just long enough. Luca lunged forward.

It was just like any other cheap bar except for the fact that the glass used on it was borosilicate—a bullet-proof material that only God himself could break. "Holy shit! " "M-Maestro!" It was the sound of a body falling from someone's lap that welcomed Rome as soon as he pushed the door open. Then, curiously turning to the source of it, he caught Tat anxiously pulling up his zipper. Next to him was a woman who was rushing to wear her sparkling brassier back. "Lo siento, Maestro. ¡No sabía que vendrías!" Rome didn't say a thing. It was already evident that Tat was about to faint from fear. His one-breathe Spanish grabble already gave it away.

Bella The glow from the monitors painted everything in cold blue light. I stood behind the main desk, arms crossed, watching the tactical feed pulse across the screens. Elena sat at the main terminal, fingers flying as she switched between drone visuals, biometric sensors, and the data relay from the field. Enzo’s locator was steady. Aristide’s, too… Good.

Serena nods, and lifts Teia, bringing her over. She smiles and looks at Eliza, “Your first-born. Your daughter.” Eliza nods, and takes her carefully, “Galateia Marla Wild. My daughter, Teia.” Serena encourages her to try feeding her, there are a few moments of adjustment, where Eliza is trying to find the right way to hold her so she can reach the nipple, but then she sighs and shudders as Teia latches on. “It feels weird, good, but weird.” Serena nods,

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.

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

His eyes said he believed me, but they weren't the judge of the case. "The kitchen chef Bianca has confessed that you asked her to drug the Alpha's wines, and based on the investigation, we found wolfsbane and Garnicia pollen in the wine. Are you still going to deny it? Bianca is your friend, and you dote on her. She can't be lying now, can she?" The woman said, and I began to weep. I watched Bianca step forward, and she couldn't even look at me. "Bianca, please tell our alphas and people what you told us," Tasha said, and Bianca wiped away her tears.

The world was no longer made of stone and steel; it was made of data. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟵𝟵%. The white bar at the edge of her vision stopped blinking. It burned with a steady, blinding intensity. Maya’s breath hitched as she could hear the electricity humming in the walls. She could hear the frantic heartbeat of Leo across the room, and the slower, steadier rhythm of the man in the tuxedo; the Chairman who stood watching her like a collector admiring a rare, broken clock.