Maisa Rodrigues Novels & Stories

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Damn, I'm hype! "So, since you are our future front line assets, can you introduce yourself" He points his finger at me and looks with a quizzical face. I stand up and introduce myself. "I'm Maria Isabela Monedero. I'm 24 years old," Single and ready to mingle. "I love to write romance tragedy genres and have joined many contests before, but I'm embarrassed to say this. I never actually won any of them, but I always get in second place or third place." As I introduce myself, I notice four guys entering the room.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

“Alpha, your mate is still alive, although he’s going through a crisis at the moment-“ the seer replied, but wasn’t able to finish his explanation, as a worried Isabel interrupted him. “What kind of crisis?” “You need not to worry, alpha. It’s a personal crisis.” “What do you mean by that? Do you have the slightest idea who he is to me?” “Isabel contain yourself!” Rodrigo cautioned his daughter with an authoritative voice because he couldn’t risk anything happening to their pack seer. Isabel inhaled deeply and asked the seer to continue. “This mission is a difficult one, alpha, because, your opponent is of equal strength as you, and he may be more prepared…”

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

Maica flashed a dazzling smile in front of the camera as she was interviewed by the host of a popular talk show. “Maica, I have a question for you. Recently, there have been rumors that your manager, Denver Castillo, is getting married to your personal assistant. How true is this?” the interviewer asked.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

She's watching the crew make lunch. Igor, my head chef—a huge bulky man who should've be an underground wrestler instead of a cook—is speaking something in Russia while stirring the big pot of whatever is inside, while my little wife looks tired as hell. I slowly make my way inside and all their eyes turn to me, but I focus solely on hers. My ocean eyed printsessa, Ava. "Didn't I warn you to stay out of my kitchen. What are you doing, helping out?" She's obviously not helping out since there are no tomatoes or onions before her.