Letty Ortiz Novels & Stories

"By the way, Tabitha, is your company hiring? My son has been jobhunting for a while now…" "You're a vice president now! Your salary must be close to half a million a year, right?" My parents were thrilled about my return and promotion, so they invited the family out to celebrate. I had barely sat down before the relatives surrounded me with questions. "Kaylee, say hello to Aunt Tabitha!" A little girl in a pink princess dress was led over to me. I looked up, surprised. It was hard to believe that the plump, exhausted-looking woman standing beside her was the same Monica who had once been called the campus belle.

“Leah, it’s alright. You’re safe.” His words began to calm me once again. There was a gentle knock at the door; my head snapped around, looking at the door. It opened slowly and in stepped an older lady in a pant suit. Her long blonde hair pinned back into a neat ponytail. She was carrying a notebook under her arm. Her expression changed as she saw the startled look on my face, the water on the table, the knocked-over chair, and Logans hand on my arm.

Letta blushed and playfully hit him on the shoulder making Tony chuckle. Letta led the way out as they left for their dinner date. She was the happiest woman in the world, she had her dream man by her side and life was peaceful. What else can a woman ask for? Arriving at the restaurant Letta looked confused because the whole place looked dark. “I don’t think it’s open, we can go somewhere else.” She said still sitting in the car parked in front of the restaurant.

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

I pointed at the girl who was still talking and looking at my leaf boy. "I know she is hiding at the back of that object so allow me to go drag her out" I said trying to wriggle out of his grip. Stop it Melissa, she is not in this house. This is a television and it shows them. "So does it mean she is living inside this box? Then I would open the box and drag her out of this house. Look they are now three. Let me go now" I shrieked already boiling from anger. "Arghhh!!!! What have I gotten myself into. Look Lissa, They are not living inside the television and are not in my house" he said and pressed an object and they all disappeared.

I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. I’d worn disguises before. Masks. Hoodies. Broken smiles. But this felt different. This wasn’t a disguise I put on. It was one they gave me. Everything in the house was polished and deliberate, just like the people who lived in it. Letty was short, with wiry brown hair and a face that had probably only smiled once in 2003. She didn’t introduce herself, she just handed me a duster and a warning glance. “Don’t touch the piano. The youngest Caldwell flipped when someone moved the bench last time.”

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

"Annie, I always tell you to focus on your studies! This werewolf of a thing has brought nothing to you but trouble. You're even causing a problem for me, too. Damon please, I apologize for my daughter's behavior. Just don't hurt her." Damon sneered, his eyes flashing cold and wild. "I don't hurt Omegas, Mrs. Scarlett. I banish them. Annie, you have an hour to get ready and leave the premises of the pack's territory. If I see you here after that, my Betas will make sure you leave in pieces." "But this is our home…" I cried, desperate. "It's a house on pack land," he said, his voice very flat. "It belongs to the pack. Now, get out."

“It’s okay, it's not your fault. Send Paul over and I’ll see you at home, okay?” I turned my back to the mirror. “Home,” I said, proudly. “That sounds so perfect.” Carrie giggled. “I know!” *** “Caroline Morales, forty years old,” Leticia said. I was just returning from the call, trying to sit down when she started. It made me pause. “What?” I asked. My guess was I heard wrongly. Leticia stopped eating and dropped her cutlery. She placed her elbow on the table and spoke again.

she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave. "Please stay, Scarlett. Stasia is leaving," Martha said, and Stasia grudgingly left. Martha returned to sit with me, but I was no longer comfortable. "Please relax. She is my late brother's daughter. Very misguided and rude. You have nothing to worry about. Also, I will plead with you not to report her to Alpha Maxwell. He can be a bit extreme. She is only bitter because she and Alpha Lucian had a fight. She said it was because of you." Martha explained, and I decided to leave because it was true. I did not need to do much when Martha realised the truth.