La Fea Mas Bella Tomas Mora Novels & Stories

“And Miss. Elena looked so delicious in that maid's uniform. Damn it!” Mr. Beltran couldn’t bear it any longer and without caring about anything else, he threw himself to Tomas. But Tomas was faster than him and when he felt Mr. Beltran was close, he shot his gun thrice laughing. “Now you’re only daughter is pregnant, as soon as she gives birth, she’s reunite to you two, don’t worry, Mr. Beltran.” Tomas said before Mr. Beltran fell on the grass dead, after having heard those words clearly.

Tommaso with the pain of feeling deceived. Unable to bear the weight of uncertainty, Rose sought solace in understanding the motivations behind Mrs. Tommaso's actions. She embarked on a journey of healing, determined to uncover the truth buried beneath layers of secrecy. With each passing day, Rose delved deeper into past memories. She discovered that Mrs. Tommaso's connection to Selena stemmed from a shared longing for freedom and independence. As Rose sifted through old photographs and letters, she unearthed tales of resilience, sacrifice, and lost dreams. The pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place, painting a nuanced picture of a woman who, like Rose, had fought against societal expe

Thomas feigned a pitiful expression as he looked at Mira. “Don’t morally kidnap her.” Almera slapped his hand gently. “la beauté avant les amis...” Ferran muttered shaking his head in disappointment as he saw Thomas was no longer on his side. “Excuses mon cher ami, la femme c'est la vie...” Thomas shrugged resting his chin on Almera’s shoulders hugging her waist. “Ha…ha…ha…” Mira couldn’t hold it any longer, even though she couldn't understand a word they said, Ferran's expression was too comical.

It was me appearing before him for the first time at Marco's funeral. I'd worn a black mourning dress; my eyes carried an unmistakable grief, sorrowful yet graceful. "Your turn to ask me." Gelsomina urged with anticipation. "What quality do you admire most?" Tommaso asked absently, but my composed face surfaced in his mind. "Bravery! Like you have!" Gelsomina answered without hesitation. "What about you? What quality do you admire most?" My image reappeared in Tommaso's mind, and before he could hold his tongue, his answer slipped out, "Calm, elegant…".

Imelda saw that Claire had started showing a menacing facial expression. She sneered. “These are your true colors. You were acting like such goody two shoes; it makes me want to puke.” Tomas’ taste was as bad as ever; he was always attracted to this type of woman. Even though her mom was Hellen, Imelda had to say that Tomas’ taste was bad for him to have been attracted to her.

His dark hair is perfectly styled, his warm brown eyes drinking me in from head to toe. And that smirk. Dios mío. Tomas’s gaze sweeps over me slowly, like he’s savoring every inch. “Preciosa,” he sighs out in amazement. I tilt my head playfully. “Something wrong?” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You are going to be the death of me.” I lean against the doorframe, mirroring his stance. “Well, at least you’ll die happy.” Tomas chuckles, stepping closer, his fingers grazing my waist as he pulls me in. “Very happy.” His lips brush my cheek, then hover near my ear. “Are you ready?”

" The man said with a thick Italian accent "Tommaso, meet Eulalia, my girlfriend, and assistant. Baby, meet Tommaso the new stylist. He is a very good friend of mine and is aware of the plan" "Nice to meet you, Eulalia," he said with his Italian accent "Same here" "Did you bring the sketches with you?" Tommaso asked "Yes" "Let me see them" Tommaso took the sketches and looked at them, he approved them with a nod of his head

I reply, this time my smile fading. "Hunter tampoco le teme a la muerte. Ojalá fuera más como él." Hunter isn't afraid of death, either. I wish I were more like him. He sighs, making me realize that there must be an underlying reason why he's afraid to die. "Ser intrépido no es necesariamente algo bueno." Being fearless isn't necessarily a good thing. I reply. Tomás looks up at me with curiosity in his eyes. "¿Cómo podría ser algo malo? ¿Cómo puede ser malo ser intrépido?" What do you mean? How can being fearless be a bad thing? Tomás asks.