Novelas y relatos de La Villana Es Una Marioneta

Why would he have had anything related to my mother? " Because Marco Marillo was a son of a bitch who loved too many women at the same time, if it was pretty and a woman, he felt like he could have it and he would pursue it no matter what" Valeria said with pure venom in her voice as she folded her arms, i looked at her face to see nothing short of hatred in her eyes= it vwas pure, it was raw and it filled her eyes in that moment

Arianna, Vellina's daughter, arrived early for the dinner, unaware of the intricate web of deception unfolding around her. As Stellina continued to portray Vellina, she found it increasingly challenging to maintain her antagonistic facade in the presence of the innocent child. Stellina's inherent fondness for children and her nurturing nature couldn't be suppressed, even in her current role. Despite her efforts to stay true to the impersonation, she couldn't help but show glimpses of kindness and warmth toward Arianna. Stellina's genuine smiles and gentle gestures caught Arianna by surprise, yet the young girl couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and affection in Stellina's presence.

Beneath Don Vladimir’s home lies an entire network of cells and holding areas. A wicked smile spreads across my face as I spot the maid who lied to my father. I walk straight toward her cell. “How does it feel behind bars?” I ask. The moment she sees me, she bursts into tears, trembling uncontrollably with fear. “Milady, p-please, I swear I had nothing to do with it! I do not know why I was brought here, and I did not say anything false to Don Vlad!” “Aw, really? If you are innocent, then why are you locked inside?” I reply sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear.

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

Gosh, I'm so smooth. "Princess Belladonna, you have good eyes," Count Villiers said with a proud smile on his face, then he turned to his wife with sparkling eyes. Ah, it was obvious that he was so in love with the countess. "Lilian is indeed lovely." The glow in Countess Villiers's face made her look more beautiful. In fact, if they were in a webcomic, I could imagine the frame of Count and Countess Villiers filled with hearts and roses.

' Lilliana feigned kindness and said, "I'm fine, Marvin. Don't take your anger out on Corinne. Her ignorance and naivete are all signs of my failure as a stepmother..." Marvin was even more distressed when he saw his wife interceding for his ignorant daughter at such a time. He turned around and scolded his daughter, "Ungrateful! Utterly ungrateful! Lilliana treats you well all the time, but you won't even call her mom!" Lilliana wiped away her bitter tears and persuaded her husband as if she had been wronged. "Forget it, Marvin! I don't mind if she calls me Aunt Lilliana!"

Rebecca came in and embraced her "I don't care if you tried to kill me... You're still my mommy" Villa finally couldn't hold her tears anymore "I don't deserve this" "Shut up mah! Nothing has changed! You just have a load of explaining to do" Villa stood back and wiped her face "Yes, starting with my promise" she said and looked at Asena. "Oh brother don't even look at me" "You 'will' help her" "Drown to death in sorrow, I won't" Villa slowly approached her, she knew despite the fact that she's a quarter hybrid, she stood no chance against Asena in a fight, so she decided on a diplomatic plan.

like this velliam:- you have to trust me juliana:- please trust him for 1 time jammy:- if you say so (she trying to strip her cloth) velliam:- you don't have to do that let me just touch. and then you get unconscious are you ready (then velliam touch her and she became unconscious. novistle get in tension) velliam:- let me see through your past and soul juliana:- what happen velliam:- I think her parents soul are still live in her heart that cause she can't accept her past and slowly her parents soul make void in her heart

"There's nothing funny about this, just take a look at Sir Fredo's face, you need to observe how serious he is about this." "You mean, all this years… you've been observing Vilfredo's behavior and his facial expression huh?" Pa Antonio questioned. Viana smiled. "Not at all, but I really know when he's serious. Besides, he's always serious…he doesn't have time for joking." "Now go ahead and tell us who the heiress is and a prove that it's her." Pa Antonio remarked. Vilfredo glanced at their faces while they kept staring at him. "Cassandra is the Heiress…"

We decide to take a rest. An old lady pushes her mini stand beside us, "Would you ladies care for a handmade mud figure?" "Ah!" My face glows up, as I favor items like this. I glance at General Li; she doesn't seem like the type of person to play with mud figures. "Uhm... Sorry-" General Li nods, "Sure thing. Ma'am, you seem to still have quite a bit of mud left. We have some ideas. Granny, do you make animals?" The Granny emits a deep and audible breath, expressing sadness. "Sorry, Ladies. This old granny only makes human figures."