La Pascualita Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the morning light coming through the kitchen window. "She's going to be remarkable," she says. "She already is," I say. "More then," Elena says. "Now that she knows." I look at the pendant. At the moon symbol worn smooth. At 1848. The first Lucia. Traveling home from Edinburgh. Making something from the closed door. Carrying it forward. Six generations to Paz. Six generations to me. And both of us going to Rome in October. I call Rosamund that afternoon. I tell her about Paz.

Mara replied stubbornly. “Finally, something we agree on,” Elena muttered. Pascal groaned. “You two should form a club. The Anti Pascal Association.” Damon rubbed his forehead, already tired of the back and forth between them. “Pascal.” “Fine, fine.” Pascal shrugged. “I found a small rogue pack hours after I left you. Ran into them by accident while I was trying to get away from civilization…don’t ask what happened, the story involves a tree, a snake, and something that may or may not have been a demon.”

“She promised to get me out. I waited for weeks and she never came. News got to me that she was arrested, and I thought, ‘it’s over. I’m done.’ I’d lost all hope of ever getting out of prison, so I thought I’d tell the truth and hopefully, we’d be cellmates.” “Objection!” Calisto proclaimed. “Overruled.” He sat back down. “Thank you, your honor.” Elvira returned her attention to Charles. “Are you saying Miss Sanchez is your boss and not Elena?” He chuckled. “I’ve never even met Elena. I just did as I was told.” “But you went to Hawaii and Pascal shot Isabella Sanchez.” He nodded. “Saw him shoot her like she was game.”

Abruptly he released me and waited till I opened my eyes to give me a cocky smile. “Game on wife.” Pascal said to me and then he left me there hanging. This was beginning to look like a very bad idea. * Zina’s POV: I was screaming when Sandra called me almost as soon as I got home. She said yes to Pascal! Yes! Finally some genuine good news for the first time in forever. “I am so thrilled for you! Give me a minute I am not done screaming! Argh!!” I continued screaming barefooted in my room. This was very well appreciated news.

Pascal argued, trying to deny Marcus' allegation. Agitated, Marcus insisted, "You do, I saw it. The whole city is in trouble. Not many love stories come out of this with a son marrying his mother - it's just plain hell!" Pascal remained frozen and stared at Marcus, who felt alarmed and asked, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "I think I remember," Pascal commented. Marcus whistled in response, "Oh, so you do?" Pascal vanished from Marcus' sight. Marcus growled in annoyance, "Hey, you could have told me first!" With a snap of his fingers, before he too disappeared.

"What was his role in this 'joke'?" "He didn't have one," Grace said immediately. "Pascal is innocent. He was just trying to help me. Trying to protect me because I'm his mother. But he didn't plan any of this. He didn't know what I was going to do." "That's not true," Pascal said quietly. Grace's head whipped toward him. "Pascal, don't…" "I was part of it from the beginning," Pascal continued, his voice flat with resignation. "I helped kidnap them. I beat Ethan. I held Cynthia captive. I'm not innocent, Mom. Stop trying to pretend I am."

Pascal giggled, especially when his father attempted an operatic flourish on the final note. The kitchen door swung open, and Maryann appeared carrying a cake ablaze with nine candles shaped like dinosaurs. "Make a wish, baby," Tiana whispered. Pascal closed his eyes tight, thought hard about what he wanted most in the whole world, and blew out all nine candles in one breath. The adults applauded, and Maryann cut the cake while Tiana handed him the first present. "Can we open these later?" Pascal asked, clutching the box but bouncing with barely contained energy. "After we get back from the museum?"

" Lulu was Pascal's girlfriend and the only person known with Pascal. They've been dating for three years until his death. Pascal never disclosed his background to her nor any member of his family. She didn't bother as well. According to her, Pascal worked as a thug, that's the way she claims she can describe what he does. His boss is someone she doesn't know but once saw his back view. He has a bum and dresses in a unique color" Tina summarised the whole story. Jordan asked if she recorded it in Tina's own words and Tina noddedd. They were all surprised when they saw her dug two fingers into her sneaker and brought out a microchip.

Elena did not stay too long, she had to return to help her father, so after saying goodbye to Pacular, she left quickly. “You smell so good Ela, fragrant and beautiful like a wild flower. If you become the master's scapegoat, he will surely be pleased.” Pacular's smile suddenly disappeared, it was twisted and very hideous. His eyes glinted from a cruel gaze, Pacular coughed a few times, he grew weaker and weaker but he knew the day he would become immortal and rule the world was coming. “Wake up? I believe that you could wake up earlier.”