Mi Hermoso Novels & Stories

He could read me like an open book where as for him he was still a mystery for me but that mystery was what I fell in love with "Oh and what were you thinking about? " "I was thinking about Hermosa dio I dunno that thing you said to me yesterday before we left home" He let out a chuckle and I stared at him pouting "Sorry doll. It's Hermosa diosa " "What does it mean? " I saw him look away for a second possible contemplating whether or not to tell me "C'mon tell me.... " "Okay. It's Spanish for beautiful goddess" He leaned into my ear to say the last part in his low and husky morning voice.

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Hermosa suddenly received a call from Maggie. When she answered, Maggie's voice came through, "Hermosa, do you want to come out for a get-together next week?" Hermosa asked, "When?" "I'm all for it, depending on when's convenient for you." Maggie said. Hermosa said back, "July 1st then." "OK." Maggie responded and asked again, "Are you at home for a break these days?" "At my boyfriend's house." "Will he let you come out alone and have dinner with us?"

I mumbled. "I love you, too"

K: Haha okk I'll talk to you laterrr byee! C: Bye!! I closed my phone and heaved a sigh of relief. At least talking to her everyday doesn't make my life so lonely. I truly am glad to have her as my best friend. I thought. I jumped onto my feet and headed out for some cupcakes and coffee. As I walked I look at the beautiful scenery of Mexico. I've always deeply admired the wonders of our city: the painted-like sunset, the flower and fauna surrounding every area and the colorful lights from every building that light up the city at night. Honestly I'm really glad to be born into this wonderful country, it's really a mesmerizing place. To think I can call this place my home.

"My mistake. I am Bienvenido Hermoso, owner of Victory Foods." 1 Agatha blinked twice as she was pretty surprised that this man was the owner of that multinational food and drink company. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hermoso. My name is Agatha Moore." After hearing how her last name didn't sound like any prominent family name, the changed in the man's expression could be easily seen. Agatha was totally unnerved by his stares so she immediately activated her hypnosis ability. "It seems Mr. Hermoso is finding me boring. Why not find someone else to talk to? You don't have to mind me, I'll be okay. I'm fine being left alone."

“There’s two little ones ready to meet you.” I take a deep breath. Sofrito and platanos maduros. I ain’t never smelled something so good before. Between the sounds, and the electricity, and the scents, I have to see what’s happening. The most gorgeous woman I ever seen is holding my hand to the side of her face. Una belleza de ébano [An ebony beauty]. My wrist’s got a bandage on it, but it don’t hurt anymore. There’s bright light behind her. It makes her ebony skin… sin tacha [flawless]... and glow on the edges. She looks like she was crying. I can’t let that happen. I move my hand to wipe her tears away. I hope it don’t scare her.

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

Angular features with strong jawlines, prominent cheekbones, a straight nose, and full, sensual lips. He could easily pass for the sexiest man alive, but then there was Matteo, a walking sex god and the very embodiment of perfection. "Javier at your service, Hermosa," he said, taking a seat in front of me without asking for my permission. "It's Deirdre," I corrected him, and his lips curved into smile as if he'd suddenly found something amusing. "I heard you speaking Spanish a few minutes ago, and I wondered if you were from around here. It's been a while since I've heard someone so fluent in this place," he explained, stroking his goatee.

Josh said and I had to smile as I pictured Kiran wreaking havoc in Fresno. “Deal,” I said. I went home with Josh to his house in Woodward Park. He opened the front door and let me walk in first. A beautiful woman came from the back of the house and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. I stood there with my duffel bag over one shoulder and Josh closed the door behind us. “Marissa, this is Kai, he’s K’s son,” he said and I felt an awkwardness coming from her as she stared at me.