Irene Vasquez Novels & Stories

Ariel said waving the vase around. "Ariel ! Drop the vase" Damien said trying to use his Alpha tone on her but it doesn't work. "What Damien? Your silly Alpha tone no longer works on me as we are mates" Ariel said glaring at him. "Why is it so hard for you to accept me as your mate? Just because of what happened in the past that was never my fault, you decide to make my life a living hell" Ariel rants out taking deep breaths at the end of her sentence, she was slowly losing it, her mind her sanity, she could no longer take it anymore, the verbal abuse she has endured most of her life were haunting her mind, they had created a huge scare in her heart, a load of insecurities, the physical abus

The pain that he was feeling wasn’t one that I would wish for an enemy, but I knew it well enough to know that it reshaped even the strongest of men. “He is coping, trying to at least.” I said, and he looked down at his feet. I knew that even he was in pain after finding out that his mate was the person who did this. The woman wasn’t only on his enemy’s side, but she was also the one who killed our pack’s beta, and that was something that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to save her from. It was a rage that she brought on herself, and a revenge that she was going to deserve when she was seen again. “Did you manage to find anything on them? Diego hasn’t said a word about your last meeting,

“Do you think she’ll burn out?” Damien hesitated. “No. People like her don’t burn out. They rebuild. But the difference now, is that she’s rebuilding in public, not in the shadows, and that makes her vulnerable.” Celeste closed her eyes, letting the quiet surround them, until her phone vibrated, with a new message from Nolan. She read it and froze. “What is it?” Damien asked. She handed him the phone. Nolan: Got an ID on the actress from the post. Her name is Kira Vasquez. Small-time indie work. Was cast in a pilot two years ago, one Veronicaup produced. It never aired.

Controlled. **Isabela Reyes.** Founder of **VerityOne**, a rising digital media empire known for scandal exposés and controversial truth campaigns. She walked past the cameras like she owned the world. She had booked herself on **En Voz Alta**, Mexico’s most-watched primetime talk show. And she wasn’t going to hold back. That evening, millions watched as the camera focused on her sharp, striking face. The host smiled nervously. “Miss Reyes, your story has shocked the country. You claim to be the daughter of Camila Antonio?”

54 Isabella I received the report in the middle of the night,it was in the form of a zipped folder and a six-line email from a woman named Sandra Vega,a former NYPD who is now a private investigator with a specialty in corporate scandals and rich people who lie. I stared at the email for a full minute before clicking it open. “Initial findings attached. Sensitive material. Password: VICTORIAN. More soon.” I opened the file. Entered the password. And held my breath.

Three years of surveillance, and tonight is the first night Special Agent Nadia Vasquez is certain she's about to lose everything she built. She sits in the passenger seat of a black Ford Fusion parked on a side street off Varick, watching the penthouse windows forty-two stories above, and she drinks her third cup of coffee since midnight and doesn't feel anything. The building is called the Maren. Of course it is. Women like Alexandra Marino never live anywhere that isn't named after something romantic and dead.

ISLA'S POV Hunt Capital's legal department smells like ozone and expensive paper. Elena Vasquez doesn't look up when I enter. She's reviewing documents, her red pen moving with surgical precision across dense paragraphs. Mid-forties. A silver streak cuts through her dark hair like a scar. She’s wearing a suit that costs more than my car would if I owned one. When she finally looks at me, it's not with Claudette's condescension or Gabriel's clinical assessment.

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.

Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!” He pointed a high, magnificent floating isle where water sprang. They all looked up to it, slack-jawed and unable to speak. It was an amazing sight to look at. It almost reached the sky and the falling water appeared like angel’s wings. With the sight of the Virsathen, Ellaine remembered her dream. She once wanted to see it to know if it really was the same tree she dreamt about. Now she would finally find out. But if she did find it out, what would she do next?

I noted it. Vasra sat. Her aide to her right. The candidate to her left, mirroring our arrangement. "Luna Reyes," Vasra said. "Thank you for agreeing to dialogue." "Thank you for requesting it honestly," I said. "Before filing anything that would have made this harder." A slight pause. She hadn't expected me to acknowledge the pre-filing question directly. "My niece," Vasra said. "Lira." Lira nodded once. Not deferential. Collegial.