Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

She oversees the main branch of the business, working closely with thirty-seven dedicated employees. Among the key personnel are Marie Alvarez, the efficient receptionist; George Canela, in charge of road transportation with four trucks, assisted by six others including four drivers and two mechanics; Brian Palacio, overseeing sea and air transportation, leading a team of fourteen comprising four pilots, six boat pilots, two plane mechanics, and two boat mechanics; Daniela and Charles Nuñez, the twin duo managing security, IT, and communication; David Luis Suarez, the experienced manufacturing department manager with a team of eight skilled professionals; Pamela Browns, the adept sales manag

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

I ask. “Yes,” he replies. “What's the full name of this Marcella you keep talking about, and who is she to you??” I ask. “Marcella Nico,” he says sadly. “And trust me when I say you'll be surprised when you see her. It'll feel like you're staring at yourself in a mirror when you see her. It's a pity she deactivated her social media accounts, else you'd have seen her pictures.” “And Marcella Nico is a woman I'm in love with. A woman I love so much,” he adds.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I leaned on Bel's shoulder as she wrapped her arm around my body to hug me. "Everything will be fine soon, Angela." * * * * "Is it already done?" "Just one more minute then it's good to go," I said and smiled. I turned down the heat a little from the stove and fished out the cellphone in my pocket. I walked away from the kitchen. Bel was left there, watching over the adobo that we were cooking. When I got away, I looked back at my cell phone and fiddled. To: Clark Good morning, Clark. By the way, Bel and I cooked marinated chicken for you today. That's for saying thank you for the gift you gave to us. Before I forget, may I know the address of your company? A delivery man will send this food

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

Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing. As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.

Words she recognized because once, they would have been hers. She was still sitting there, barefoot in Damien’s old shirt, when her phone buzzed again. A name she didn’t expect: Marisol Vega, a producer, director and two-time Cannes darling, known for turning micro-budgets into films that critics described as “soul wounds on celluloid.” They’d met once at a charity gala, both dressed in gowns they couldn’t breathe in, making small talk under the glare of flashbulbs. Celeste read the message twice.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.