Letty Ortiz Novels & Stories

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion" How did it come to this? I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted all that was rightfully mine. But why? why must you betray me like this Kion? I treated you like family but yet you betrayed me. Down on her knees, Kion approached and whispered something into her ears before stepping back and unsheating his sword. With rage burning deep in her eyes and heart she muttered at him "I will get my revenge you illegitim

"I'll handle the rest. Calm your nerves." The morning news was playing on the TV. Bolting Group and 12 other companies had struck a partnership with Hewitt Group. The news put an emphasis on Bolting's heir, Brandon Bolting. He was holding Wendy's hand, while Ms. Wollock and Ms. Summers bowed to him in respect. A man only had respect if he had power and came from a brilliant family. That was the rule in their circle, just like it was also an unspoken rule in their circle that a man with nothing but looks would only be a plaything.

She rolled her eyes but a small smile played at the corner of her lips. Compared to her usual school uniform, Letti looked amazing in her sun dress, flats and her hair in a high ponytail. “There's a special program for nerds. I plan to graduate early so I'm taking it. Besides, there isn't such a thing as learning too much. I take it you're here for the Luna Strike boot camp, you need a personal cheerleader and every moment that my nose isn't stuck in a book is yours for that,” she said to me before returning her eyes to her phone that she has been furiously typing on since I got here.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

It was a room built for someone who had the luxury of choosing identities according to mood. Letty finally set the comb down and adjusted the towel more securely over my chest before stepping back. From this close, I could study her better. She looked to be around her sixties, but age had not bent her posture nor slowed her movements. Fine wrinkles rested around her eyes and mouth, yet they did little to diminish the striking morena beauty that still lingered in her features. There was a steadiness in her, the kind that comes from years of discipline rather than years of comfort. “You should remain here until the Master returns,” she said.

The young lady had a confused look in her eyes. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry, dear," She smiled at Caitlyn and rubbed her arm. Caitlyn gave a nervous smile. Herald cleared his throat. "You're one lucky girl, Caitlyn. The two meanest people in our family are being nice to you. You're lucky, I tell you." Madam Scarlett gasped dramatically. "Mean, you say? You call your mother mean? Herald!?" Herald scratched his neck. His lips gave a lopsided smile. "You're unbelievable! Caitlyn, " Madam Scarlett called as she turned back to Caitlyn. "Do not mind a word that rascal says, okay?" Caitlyn smiled and nodded.

Desi asked, looking at Letta with a concerned gaze. "I told you, Desi, don't call me 'ma'am' anymore. Just call me by my name. Someone even made me realize that your presence is better than mine in this house," Letta said, leaving Desi momentarily silent, digesting the words spoken to her before continuing her steps towards her room in the corner of the room. The room felt damp and cold, making Letta sit right there, locking the door, and crying, releasing all the pain and sadness she felt.

"The record will reflect that this recognition is extended without condition." Betty sat in the single chair before the elevated table. Eleven to seven. She had won. She pressed her hands flat on her knees and breathed and felt the convergence move through her like a tide coming in, warm, deep, certain and underneath it, very quiet and very clear, heard her grandmother's handwriting speaking in her memory. Build something real. Don't let them put you in a box. She had built something real. They had not put her in a box. She stood.

Letty laughed mockingly as she spoke to her. Livia was taken aback by the accuracy of Letty’s statement. She acted without considering the potential consequences, displaying a remarkable level of empathy. “Am I considered a top actress? Do you think I have what it takes to succeed as an actress?” Letty spoke to her. “Sure thing, Letty! You have an incredible talent! You are an exceptional daughter!” The woman accompanying Letty, who is likely her mother, Letezia, also expressed praise. Everything was part of their plans, which Livia had already calculated. She is a fool to believe Letty’s request for help when the truth is that it was their plan to lock her within her own town house and mur