Lizbeth Aguilar Novels & Stories

He didn't understand why Eduardo had to repeat that information. "She's still a virgin. Lizeth Marin Ramos is still a virgin," Eduardo said. Javier spat out his coffee. Choked by surprise. "Lizeth? She's a virgin?! How is that possible? That woman clearly isn't Liz if she's still a virgin!"

It was the first gift for her daughter, so Lauryn was quite nervous. Abigail understood Lauryn's feelings, so she nodded. After a brief unpacking, Abigail took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Marisa Deleon, her good friend and business partner. Abigail: "Is Heart Tonic Weed still available?" Marisa quickly rang Abigail up. With a soft and sweet voice, she asked, "Do you need it urgently? I can send it over to you now." "No need. I'll come to you in a few days. The place where I'm staying now is closer to your home," Abigail said, summarizing her recent revelation that she was not Elliott Guzman's biological daughter.

He couldn't be. She began tearing through the folders on the desk. Her heart was a frantic drum in her ears, her hands shaking so violently she nearly dropped the files. “Subject: Lizaib Moreno. Age: 21. Status: Law Student. University: Columbia. Weakness: Familial Loyalty.” There were photos of her. Photos of her walking to class. Photos of her buying coffee. Photos of her at her mother’s grave. They were dated months before her father ever "lost" that five million dollars.

"Arizan Laztimoza works as an agent for the National Bureau of Investigation and as an assistant to the PNP Chief. Arizan, according to information, has relocated from his previous residence in Cavite, which is what I'm told. After listening to what he was saying, I squinted and realized that I had a recollection of something. Cavite, Cavite, Cavite... and so on. Is it possible that Celestine's apartment was previously located? ... "Arizan Laztimoza is 28 years old, a self-sufficient woman who works as a secret agent, and she has yet to tie the knot with Sir." He went on to say something else to me. It was with a nod that I acknowledged the fact that I had gradually learned the identity of t

Tumawa ako at nilingon siya. "What? Hindi ko sila hinalikan lahat who told you that?" Tangging pakamatay ang ginawa niya. "Secret." "Ohh Abbigail Alejandro is the suspect." Tatango tangong sabi niya. "Bakit hindi ba?" "Anong akala mo sa'kin pambansang labi ng Pilipinas?" He said sarcastically. "Muntik ko ng isipin. Actually, papunta na ako sa pag papagawa ng rebulto para sayo."

Like she was trying to contain herself, try to understand what was going on. “What the hell happened?” I said, looking at my mate for a moment before looking at both Lysandra and Delilah. Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine. “She was here. The last person that we would have thought to see, she was here.” “Who?” Her voice cracked. “Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…”

he was cut off by a growl coming from Allen who joined us along with Alpha Layton. Alpha Cristian looked back at the two men, silently communicating. They seemed to relax a bit but still stayed on guard. "I didn't want to hurt you. I-I swear I even banished her. Lisa is gone," Tate continued after glaring at Allen. He scoffed. Aura stayed silent surprisingly, hopefully thinking about what I just said. She's been too forgiving and she needs to really review what happened. Her mate cheated. He defended the bitch he cheated with. Noticing I wasn't saying anything he sighed.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.