Irene Vasquez Novels & Stories

I answer. “Mr. Cross,” a smooth, official voice says. “This is Commissioner Elena Vasquez from the Florida Gaming Control Commission. We need to speak urgently about irregularities at the Fontainebleau property.” How did it come to this? I sigh “Yes, Mrs. Vasquez, I'd love to. When can we set up a time and place?”

His gaze fixed at the ceiling as he conversed with this voice in his head. 'why did you say it was complicated? That you couldn't tell me who you really were?' Zach asked and she took a long pause. 'where are you from' You could tell Zach was alot relaxed as his hands rested on his belly, awaiting her reply. 'You sure ask a lot of questions' Was all she said back. 'turn around. You'll see me-' Irene whispered to Zach, the words that startled him. After all, he didn't know what he believed anymore.

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing at Dom. Dom gritted his teeth. I didn't get what they were talking about. The woman glanced at me and smiled genuinely...unlike her fierce expression while talking to Dom...or Travis... "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Astoria Vazquez. CEO of Vazquez Group of Companies..." My eyes blinked twice as I looked at her. She then walked towards me. Vazquez...are we...related? It can't be. Maybe there's a lot of people with that surname. But the next thing she said shocked me even more...

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

As she steps out of the bed to go the washroom, I slap her ass and tell her not to be long. As she walks out of the bathroom, I get up out of bed and give her a quick kiss as I slip into the bathroom. I grab a quick shower and shave, throwing on jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers, and my jacket. As I had entered the room to get dressed, I saw that Elise had already left to go back to her room. I loved that about her – she never overstayed – she was confident and not needy as some I have dated. As single wolves, we all stayed in the Pack house. As an Alpha I had a room on the higher level of the house. Elise was a Gamma, a warrior in our pack. Her floor was a few down from mine.

It looked really cute. “That looks perfect for my right-hand woman.” I said nonchalantly. Tora looked at me in shock. “Are you serious? You want me as your right hand?” “Dead serious! Jax was the King’s right hand and top warrior, and now he’s my top warrior and most trusted advisor for all things lycan. If you guys are going to be mates, then I need someone to help litigate with inter-species conflicts. Who better than you for that?” I shoved a fork full of pancake in my mouth and then smiled at her.

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.