Miss Rhio Sandoval Novels & Stories

"Kinda. How do you know?" "I've been here three years in a row, never seen you before. Who'd you come with? I bet is Rosario!" "Who?" Shola felt a little relaxed. Now she was talking to someone. "Who's Rosario?" "Santiago Rosario! I thought so because he's kind of fetish for brown skin." "Don't know him sorry. But I'm here with Solano." Rittley fell silent for a couple of seconds there. Her facial expression unreadable,

NAME: Sandra De Luna Ybarra Status: Married Husband: Karl Denver Ybarra Children: *pregnant

Rio whispered, she looks away. “What do you mean?” This time, it was his turn to ask. “I was under investigation for the killings that was happening in Belize.” Rio chew her lips and meet his eyes. “The detective that came here before you said that I was a primary suspect.” @cycy

He smiled at her. “Mr. Walker, right?” He bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Yup. Irvin Walker.” She extended her arms towards him. Offering a handshake which he accepted without second thought. “Just in case you have forgotten, I will introduce myself again. I’m Head Chief Police Sandoval. I’m the one handling your kidnapping case.” “Yes. I know you. Thank you for your service.”

I added before I hung up. “Good,” I whispered as I let my body fall back to the huge bed. Enthusiasm sparked inside me again and I was able to close my eyes. Slowly, I drifted to sleep. ( Sya POV’) Master Rhio has waited for five long years hoping a miracle will do its magic and revive his father. I know him too well so his face couldn’t lie to me about the sadness pitted within his chest. But he needed to be firm or everything he’s built would crumble to nothing. Master James had been in that dilemma too as he had chosen Rhio over Mitchel in her dangerous labor.

"Please...can we get down to business?" "Of course, come let me show you around". Rio took me around the kitchens and then to the restaurant, the cafe and the barbeque section. It looked small from the outside but it looked a lot bigger from the inside. We were finally done with the tour and we were resting now. "Forgive me for not introducing myself properly. My name is Rio Sanchez" "I know your name already, Miriam called your name" I said my tone sounding a little bit rude "Cool, what's your name?"

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

“SEA has three letters, and E is in the middle.” A moment of silence hung in the air before Mr. Reyes broke into a broad smile. He clapped his hands together once, the sound sharp and approving. “Brilliant! Absolutely correct, Ms. Sandoval.” He nodded several times, his expression one of genuine satisfaction. “Well done.” From childhood, Ara Sandoval had possessed a sharp, intuitive mind that set her apart. She carried that gift into adulthood, balancing demanding part-time work with her studies in a way that earned quiet admiration from the Madrid family, who had long taken a special interest in her diligence and potential.