Hija De Selena Quintanilla Novels & Stories

SELENA "Selena, repeat after me," the officiant said, his voice clear and steady. My eyes darted from the diamond ring in my hand to the beaming face of Pedro, who never seemed to stop smiling. “I, Selena Leah Empress, take you, Pedro Joshua Lopez…” “I, Selena Leah Empress, take you, Pedro Joshua Lopez…” the words felt so foreign on my lips. “To be my husband, through the good times and bad. Through successes and struggles…”

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

I smiled and my eyes moved on the woman sitting next to him, probably his wife. "I am Rochetta, his wife and Dom's favorite Aunt. Am I right, mi hijo?" She batted her eyelashes at Dominic. "Yes." Dominic gave her a flying kiss. "I am Dominic's Aunt, his father's sister, Selena Rodriguez. You amaze me pretty lady." A very elegant woman with her thick spanish accent introduced herself. She looked regal and she looked very familiar for some reason. "You have seen me in the magazines. I was Vogue's face for consecutive 5 years in the 90's." She answered for me.

I froze somewhat. "He isn't my biological child, I'm just his step -mother." - I spoke plainly, trying my very best not to tip off the already emotionally unbalanced Irina. "Don't give me that, DNA results don't lie about these things!!."- Irina let out a shrill scream. I frowned, a little bit uncertain - DNA results?!. Did Irina conduct DNA tests on me and Dean without me knowing? How's that so.....? "Selene, you want to know what i hate about you....?"

She had long felt nothing for her family. The only reason she had taken Jolie in was because she was her sister. “Miss, the room is ready. You can go upstairs and rest,” the butler said, walking down the stairs with a polite smile. “Thank you.” Jolie nodded slightly at the butler and began walking upstairs. After just a couple of steps, she suddenly stopped and said, "My last name is Quin. I'm Selena's sister." The butler was momentarily stunned before responding, "Oh, so you're Miss Quin. If there's anything you need, just let me know."

Anastasia said sadly. "I understand you now, Ana. I know what they did to you. I know what they did to Se...Serena." Selena couldn't control her cries anymore as she uttered that. She cried out loud by hugging Anastasia. Anastasia cried too. "He killed her, Ana! He killed my sister, Ana! My sister is no more because of him! My soul is no more because of him, Ana! She is no more! She used to love her life so much but she couldn't live it, Ana. She couldn't. I miss her so much!" Selena cried like a baby and Anastasia felt like someone was stabbing her as she couldn't stand her Lena crying like this.

The engine of the car was on, but they were moving. Selena could feel the gaze of Axiel on her as she stared at her hands on her lap. She knew that if she wanted him to trust her and for him to help her, she would need to tell him the truth. She looked up at him, and they locked eyes. From the way he looked at her, she could tell that he really did care for her. “So um…” She hooked some of her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat softly. “My sister is brain dead right now, and Elijah is dead. I think I can do something about it, though. I’m the white-haired Luna, I should be able to do something, right?”

She carefully set her spoon down, then asked, “May I ask you something?” Frida and Selena both turned to look at her. Their eyes seemed to silently signal their permission for Zaria to ask. Zaria cleared her throat softly. “Are you two related? You share the same surname.” “Yes,” replied Frida, glancing at Selena. “We are family. She’s my aunt.” Selena tilted her head, smiling playfully. “But I look more like her older sister, don't I?” Frida laughed quietly. “Of course. Your face always looks young—you’d be perfect as my older sister.”

"General Campbell, could she perhaps be your—" "She's our aunt," Selena said before Ruth could finish, lifting her gaze with a faint smile. "She is the wife of my youngest uncle. They wedded on the battlefield itself. Her name is Qiana Harper." Qiana's vision blurred as tears threatened to spill. She had truly been wed to Tobias, a solemn vow made amidst the chaos of battle, with death a constant companion and no certainty of surviving the morrow. Their union had been witnessed by Selena's father, Thomas, the Marquis of Whitgrave.

They moulded her face to make her look so different even Her sister and Dad couldn't recognize her. She looked radiantly beautiful as ever. But something died inside her... Her humor and pride... She was so ashamed of herself... She was so gullible back then, people like Sophia took advantage of her and humiliated her. She was so young and stupid to have trusted people so much. But that was all in the past... Selena Davi had died and everyone thought she was dead of course. And a new person had replaced her.... Vealeen Bianca. Yes, her father had bought a new apartment for her to live in when she returned so that she could live alone as a normal, common citizen.