Hilda Marra 소설 & 이야기

For you, my love Nora "So Vinci's idea was perfect, to finish him in front of you. But I'm curious, Hilda. What did you think when your trusted employee, Philips, appeared in this same cell with a knife in hand? Followed by his daughter, who, by the way, was carrying a bigger one. Rita, that's her name, in case you don't remember. She is another woman whose life you destroyed. Do you remember, Hilda? Gonzalo's terrified face? When the two of them approached him and started stabbing him everywhere? I think he was hit several times in the head, and that, Hilda, was entertaining. Do you also remember how his body, still alive, bled at your feet? and you did nothing? That must have hurt, but you

My mother was so shocked that she became bedridden after learning about it. Jaime did not stop. She began seeing Derek, her first love who had returned from abroad. My attempt to confront her only earned her sarcasm. “You did all that just to cure your mom, did you not?” She threw a stack of photos at my face. Her voice carried deep hatred. “My mother died on the operating table, and your mother was her attending physician.”

After a long time, she trembled and pointed at the other actress, stammering speechless. "You... you... how the hell is it you? You should have disappeared forever?" The other actress smiled faintly, glaring at Keisha with challenging eyes. She did not immediately answer Keisha's question, but respectfully turned to greet the director and crew. "Hello, nice to meet you all. At the invitation of Aurora Gabriel, I'm here to take on Keisha's role of Marrila Lorenzo. I'm... Ciara Fidelia."

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

"I live here. And who are you?" "My name is Abra. I came to see Mariano." She answered. Well, she didn't seem as bitchy as she looked. A bra had come to see Mariano. "Yes, I know its a funny name." She confessed. "Its Italian." I stifled a laugh. "I don't know where he is." I said. "Meela said he's gone to get more ice cream. Since when does he like ice cream?" She must be really close to Mariano to be on first name basis with Meela and Linda.