Letty Ortiz Novels & Stories

Some of them had pink ribbon tied to their pony tails. As every group of friends had their leader, the queen bee of this group of girls was a girl named Cathy Norman. She was a tall girl with thin long legs. She had blonde hair which she always packed into a bun. She never carried her back pack, it was always in the possession of her closest pal, Daisy Parker. She was a bossy kind of girl and was demanding attention all the time. At a point, there were rumours that she was dating Charles Oswald but it seemed as if they broke up during the summer break because they had not said a thing to each other since they entered the classroom. Within the twinkle of an eye, there was a scramble for seats

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

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.

“It might be good for the guys.” “No.” Everyone’s eyes were on me as I walked to the sink and rinsed off my dish. I didn’t say anything as I left them. I’m sure Dallas understood a bit of what I was feeling. Letty was never a fighter though. She was a nurturer and she swept up the entire pack house after three boys had destroyed it for years. We had Janice, but she worked for us, not with us. Not like Letty did. Thinking of Tahlia, my mate and my Luna, as another warrior sat about as well with me as letting her loose on the front lines of the patrols. Hell, even letting her run patrols in general made me feel horrible.

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.

Derry asked with urgency registered in his voice. "Yep, and I have the location. I like your idea. I am already hacking into the systems," Luis informed him. "Wait, what if they log you out?" Derry inquired. "I am Luis Gomez. If they log me out of the system, then my fame is nothing," Luis boasted. "Sounds like a plan. I'll get the intro ready," Derry said happy that finally, Lily will have some peace of mind. "You still want to do that? Men you play too much," Luis said laughing knowing what intro Derry was talking about.

Relaxing in a club was the only girly thing she did with her female friends, never with a man for once. At the close of day, Letticia sat on an empty bench chair kept in a place filled with lilies. Her head was rested behind, and she leaned holding her blue head phones in her hands. She had taken that position after speaking with Dorothy, her closest friend in the crew, and waved good bye at the director hoping to leave as they did, soonest.

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.

She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast. She turned to me. “What leukemia? I didn’t arrange that question. Did you bribe those journalists?” Before I could speak, Derek lowered his eyes and tugged at her sleeve. “Jaime, all the viral posts are attacking me. They call me a homewrecker who ruined your marriage, but I knew you first…” Because of the live broadcast, many people online insulted Derek and called him a shameless homewrecker who lived off women. Jaime’s face grew darker. She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm.