Novel & Cerita Lizbeth Aguilar

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The uniform was neatly folded with a black barrette on it. Her name was carved on a gold medal on the breast pocket the uniform and it read "Anna Lu : 18th Head Chief Of The Barettes. Anna looked at her name with pride. She started off as a girl from a village who ended up on a wheel chair and now she was here. The 18th head cheif of the Eve's Barettes! She had amazing and unique women under her. She collected the uniform with trembling hands and she really couldn't hide her emotions anymore as her tears fell freely.

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Liana: “How did you get here?” Aguilar asked, making me raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to know? Or are you merely asking to make conversation?” I asked, taking a bite of the strawberry that was set between us. “I am genuinely curious about the reason of why you hate me so much. You have been fighting nonstop, at least, so I have heard. You seem to be rather obedient.” He said, and I bit my bottom lip before picking up a grape and putting it between his lips, feeding it to him. He went to bite it, but I snatched half of it, making him smirk before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to straddle his lap.

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.

******** Inside a luxury villa,Felipe sat in front of his desk in the study, his narrow eyes looking at the butler on the side. "Did you find out everything about her?” The housekeeper nodded, his tone a little deep, "That girl,her name is Andrea Aguero Munoz,Sebastian Munoz’s wife,she came to Buenos Aires from the countryside a month ago." Felipe was unimpressed, a smile on his face, "She’s married?Damn it!" The housekeeper spoke somewhat helplessly from the side, "Sebastian Munoz is not to be messed with, there are many other beautiful women in this world,you should not get involved with her."

Although there was a 12-year age gap between her and Zeilica, she didn’t feel Zeilica was a teenage girl, but a mature woman like her instead. Probably that was precocity. “Nice to meet you, Miss Valentine,” Lizbeth greeted Luna. Though she was puzzled why Zeilica had a friend who was much older than her, Lizbeth didn’t bother to think further. She didn’t limit the freedom of Zeilica to make friends. She only wanted Zeilica to have her own principles. “This is for Zeilica. Hope she can recover soon.” Luna gave her gift to Lizbeth. “Thank you so much, Miss An! I don’t know how to thank you for that.” Lizbeth was slightly embarrassed because she knew the gift wasn’t cheap.

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.

"Scarlett." ******