Novelas y relatos de Larissa Jordaan

Argos wouldn’t agree to her risking her life over a red lupus garou from another pack. 'Papagalli’s Dance Club. Seven.' Diana 'See you there.' Argos Email messages were an addiction. She had no ability to shut them off; instead, she began to read all of them. Most had the same kind of message. 'Red male lupus wishes to meet with female of his kind. Can we arrange to rendezvous and when? Like soonest?' She responded to all of them: 'Meet me at Papagalli’s Dance Club'. The biggest crowd Papagalli’s had ever seen on a Thursday night would show up. She sent the last of the responses zinging into cyberspace and then returned to working on clients’ web pages.

"I'm Kierra Adams, by the way." "Lillian Laurent," she introduced warmly, shaking my hand. "I am so thrilled I ran into you today! To make up for taking your sash, I am personally helping you curate the rest of your wardrobe today. No arguments!" The moment she uttered those words, I knew my mission was accomplished. I had secured the exact connection I needed. "I would be honored," I replied with a smile.

She hesitated feeling like she’d intruded on something. “Oh lisa!” Mira said spotting her and jumping up, holding the stringlet awkwardly in her hand. “This is Ridley, Lord Ridley.” “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” lisa said as the man got up and smiled at her. “We’ve already met actually. I was part of the retinue that brought you from Lord Ghosh.” He replied. “Oh yes I remember.” lisa replied smiling. That whole journey had felt like a lifetime ago. Before she believed she was Fate. Before she’d started to accept her fate she realised.

"Maria Lissa De Leon, and I'm an assistant Advertising head here at JD&A." James' eyes widened a bit, looking a bit impressed by Lissa's stature in the company. "Wow. That's cool." Was his sincere praise to her. "I work for Jihanna, well, she's actually showing me the ropes. I feel a bit pressured, but I think I'm doing good. How long have you been at the Ad-section?"

She should be suffering right now, suffering for what she did to me, to us, not standing here, opposing my words,' Jordan fumed in his mind. Larsen leaned closer to the table with his lowered brow, " I believe you know my temp assistant...or . should I say...my slave?." Jordan swallowed, blinking the statement away, " I thought I knew her, but no, and she isn't just your slave as I've known; she is the pack's slave; she should be serving the pack away, but she doesn't even seem like a pack slave, is it that you're favoring her?" Jordan threw at Larsen with a furrowed brow and anger laced in his voice.

"Come on, join me! I'll pick you up from the lobby, alright?" "I'm not going." "Why? Are you hiding in your room, crying over the breakup? I can't believe you're so heartbroken over Liana Gardner. Why? Does it take time to adjust to life after years of being cuckolded?" Landon made fun of Jasper in retaliation. Jasper furrowed his brows in disgust. "Stop putting me and Liana in the same sentence. It's sickening. I'm hanging up." "H-Hold on!" Landon had no choice but to confess, "It's Zoe. She's back from studying in Yoarkley. She'll be performing as a guest pianist at Christina's concert tonight.

Bernard said, “How old are you,?“ Larissa asked, “I'm ten years.“ Bernard retorted, “Do you have the pictures of your mom,” Larissa asked, “Yeah, there's a lot of portrait at home, but my dad kept them In a safe place,” Bernard retorted, “When next you're coming. Please, bring one picture for me,” Larissa said, smiles pretending for be fine, “Can I have your direct line, I mean your hot line ma'am,?“ Bernard asked, “Yeah, with all pleasure,” Larissa said,

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.

"Who was she messaging?" Adrian didn't answer right away. He stared at the screen, the skin around his jaw tightening so hard the bone looked sharp. He turned the tablet toward her. The name on the primary funding account that had been feeding Linda's offshore balance wasn't a corporate rival or a faceless compliance firm. It was Chris Kensington Lila’s breath caught in her throat, the name hitting her like a physical blow to the chest. Chris Kensington.

Nadia asked as she handed the card to Lily "Yeah I do, I work as a digital designer though I'm currently suspended, do you work there too?" Lily asked the unfamiliar lady before her "No but if you work there then you must know Jason Armando since he manages all the workers" Nadia said and Lily nodded "Yes I do know Jason, he is a very good friend of mine, do you know him too?" Lily asked "I'm his sister, Nadia Armando" Nadia replied as she extended her hand for a handshake......