Gloria Romero Novels & Stories

His eyes, sharp and perpetually skeptical, scanned the room before landing on me. “Heard we have a guest,” he grunted, stepping inside and letting the door swing shut. “A Vellaro pet. You planning to start a zoo, Lucian? First your dads wild animals, now this?” “Her name is Gloria. She was Celeste’s,” I replied, turning from the window. “She brought a gift.” Razo’s eyebrows frowned. "What?" “The journal” A low whistle escaped his lips. He ran a hand over his cropped hair. “Fuck. Is it real?”

Madam Gloria brewed some tea for Regina and handed it to the beautiful woman. "Thank you, Madam." Regina took the teacup and immediately took a slow sip. Indeed, Regina felt better, not thinking about goose bumps for no reason. "I hope you two are happy, because no matter what, Hertia has suffered a lot during this time," Madam Gloria murmured softly, there was sadness in the woman's eyes. Regina was speechless, staring intently at Madam Gloria sitting in front of her. She didn't know that Madam Gloria was so close to her husband, for if she only knew him, she would not have mentioned his name, but rather the title he held.

I know she's scared of getting heartbroken but from the way he sounds, I can tell that he won't break her heart. "I'll help you," I announced. "Really?" "You heard me right Rob, I'll help you win her over. But if you break her heart I won't hesitate to deal with you personally Robby," I threatened. "Thanks a lot, Giordana, I promise I won't hurt her." "Anytime Robby. But heads up, it's not going to be easy. Rita is a very resolute person." "I know." "I'm glad you do." "Thank you so much Giordana, I'll try everything humanly possible to keep her happy."

The prospect of making her cum while she was with her boyfriend was so deliciously bad, I couldn't resist it. I called the restaurant, where I was friends with the general manager, and got a reservation at the same time, requesting a table nearby Kat. My favorite casual date at that moment was a 26-year-old Latina bombshell named Gloria who worked as a receptionist at a plastic surgeon's office during the day but excelled as a party girl by night. She looked the part: high cheekbones, bleached hair, lips full thanks to regular filler injections, Barbie-style fake tits, and a slim but pert ass. I liked her for two main reasons. First, she was a lot smarter than she looked, as if the outwardly

She removed her hands, and I couldn’t help but find myself wrapping my right arm around myself, making the woman frown in confusion. She was about to open her mouth, but studying her expression, I couldn’t help but notice a darkness around her, an aura that I did not trust, but I was sure to keep a neutral expression. The woman was stopped by Renata walking toward us, standing between the two of us, her eyes wide with rage as I knew that she heard everything that Luna Claudia just said. “And you never saw Diego being happy with me, did you?” She asked, looking at Luna Claudia. She wrapped her hand around my arm.

Fred. —This wine is really delicious. — said Luciana, Mrs. Lisa smiled at her with true affection. —It's because it's one of our specialties, it's called Frozen Rosé. — Luciana smiled with fascination, Santiago couldn't stop looking at her, he had noticed a special shine in her eyes as soon as they arrived and saw the incredible place. The place was incredible and spacious, it had a large parking lot and parking for many cars. —I love it, I will definitely have our wedding here —Irina said determinedly. - Do you agree? —She asked her fiancé

She maintained as she outstretched her right hand for a shake. He shook her and continued, "I'm Harry, Jones Jackson's manager. Mr Sean told me I'd find you here." "Oh," Maria exclaimed as she put two and two together in her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, uh... I guess you must have a lot to ask me so, fire on," she said confidently with a small laugh. He smiled in response to her utterance. "Actually no, I trust Sean's intuition so let's just get on to work. Have you ever done anything like this before, Miss Gracia?"

MONIQUE Romano stared at me like I had grown a second head. He hesitated, his gaze flicking between Liam and me, before settling back on me once again with a raised eyebrow, twitching with irritation. "No offense, but financial matters are for the boss alone," he said flatly. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, frustration was simmering. This was my shot to get a glimpse into Liam's financials, and Romano wasn't budging. "Liam's in no shape to meet anyone right now. I'm just trying to help."

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.