Ingrid Galatea Novels & Stories

With trembling hands, she gently lifted her head and placed it on her lap. Celestine Ingrid Concepcion—a well-known businesswoman. A woman full of sophistication. A woman full of passion. And a woman full of etiquette and primness. She was the woman who owned the game. Who ruled it with her criminal mind. Tita Ingrid and her criminal mind were consumed by love, hate, pain, and envy. Love for my Daddy. Hate for my Mommy. Pain that Daddy chose Mommy over her. And envy for them because they lived happily while she was miserable.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

I reached for the casserole dish in the middle of the table and transferred a hefty portion of its contents to my plate before speaking. " Because Ingrid is a pathetic and softhearted bitch who could never bring herself to hurt anyone so there's no way she would be able to give the fayronas what they'll demand in return and besides she'll loves Aegon and would feel bad about controlling him, trust me if she was the one she would be found out in no time because she would wear her guilt around her neck like a strand of pearls." I explained, filling the empty glass beside my plate from the jug of clear water with ice cubes and cucumber slices and downing more than half the glass in two gulps to

the teachers who had been circling Hilda’s table scampered to their own, to avoid drama. “Now I see why the Alpha fired people. Because all they do is laze around and do nothing.” Ingrid spat with disgust. “Look here Ingrid, you are not our Luna and certainly won’t be in the future. So stop talking nonsense and leave us alone.” Hilda said nonchalantly. “I may not be your Luna in the future, but I am now. So, I suggest you shut your rotten mouth before you spill worms and get to work” Ingrid’s eyes suddenly burned with rage. Hilda was about to retort when the gasps filled the staffroom.

Somehow, I knew that I would need it as some kind of proof someday. "Besides, Eric met Chef Ingrid a couple of times.", The water work was not what I expected as a reaction to this piece of info. The silent tears soon turned to sobs then whaling. I looked at Eric startled, what was I supposed to do. He shook his head, mouthing 'Hormones' while calming the crying mess of his wife. "Argentine is catering for my Gala! Thank you, thank you. This will be a première!!" She managed to say between her sobs.

Something warm, buttery, and rich with caramel. “That’s new.” I pause, following the scent straight to the kitchen. I push the door open, and my breath hitches. Ingrid is standing at the counter, in an apron covered in flour. Our eyes lock, and something flickers in her gaze. I head to the counter to take a closer look, but she backs away from me, stepping to the opposite side of the kitchen. I ignore the movement, my gaze dropping to the salted caramel cake cooling on the rack, along with a tray of macarons.

She had remained steadfast in her belief that she could find her own Ned. After that, Ingrid's friend was very surprised when Ingrid became a celebrity and got together with Ned after he lost his memories. The video cut off, and Aiden began displaying the usernames that Ingrid had used after she joined Oceanford College and signed up for all the clubs that Angeline had participated in. Ingrid was beautiful, so she had gained quite a reputation at Oceanford College. There were often pictures of her on the forums. At the time, Ingrid had returned to her feminine style, with perfect manicures to match.

He lingered there for a long time before moving to the other. Magdalena groaned softly under his touch, her entire being aching for the moment his heat would slide inside her. Suddenly, something pressed against her clitoris, something smooth, metallic, and unnaturally cold. A few deliberate strokes were all it took for an intense orgasm to break over her.

“Well, just make sure heaven is really where you're headed. Because if I see you in h*ll, I swear I’ll fan your flames.” Pat screamed in delight. “Yes! Omigosh! Burn, b*tches, burn!” Ingrid added, “Sorry, I’m just so ashamed compared to you. I’m not like you—so pure and clean. I didn’t place all my worth, dignity, and identity in my lady bits. My whole being isn’t defined by my v*gina.” “Ingrid! For God’s sake!” Odessa yelled, panicking. “That’s right, Ma! I said v*gina. V. G. N*.** Sue me! Maybe you should have a priest exorcise me.”

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.