Paloma Novela Novels & Stories

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

She giggled playfully and began undressing slowly until she was completely naked on top of her uncle. The Blacklores had always been twisted, bold, shameless wolves who took what they wanted without hesitation. Paloma trailed slow kisses down the old man’s neck while unbuttoning his shirt. She discarded every piece of clothing until Ferdinand was bare beneath her. “Feisty little one. Just like your mother Karla,” he grumbled in approval. Paloma slid down to her knees and took his cock into her mouth with fluid, practiced motions, sucking him deep and wet. Zacharias watched for a moment, already growing hard. He stood and undressed quickly, gave his cock a few strokes, then positioned himself

“Wide open spaces. Bad coffee that is somehow still good. Driving. Talking to someone who does not want anything from me.” Paloma felt the last one like a small pressure in her chest. “I might want something eventually,” she said. “Better to be honest.” Saskia looked at her. “I know,” Saskia said. “I know you might.” She looked back out the window. Paloma drove. Chapter 5: Morning The light came in thin and white. Paloma woke first. She lay still for a moment, aware of Saskia’s weight and warmth, aware of the unfamiliar good of it, the way it had been too long since she had had this.

Then suddenly, Julia decided to ask, “Have you ever felt like leaving this place?” Paloma shot her a glance. “Why do you ask? Wait, don't tell me you plan to escape!” “No, don't get me wrong, I was only asking. I'm just curious as to how you ended up here.” Julia explained to her. “Oh,” Paloma said sadly, “It is a long story but I have actually been here since I was quite little. Mrs. Lorenzo raised me up as a mother, she has been here for decades now.” Julia stared at Paloma with wide eyes.

She maybe see, that I saw it, that's why she hide it from her back. Noire's brows got interact again. He's getting more and more serious! Poor Petra. She composed herself once again, and let a fake cough before saying the very great news once again. "Your Highness, I would like to inform you, that your sister, Princess Paloma Ursula, just arrived from the dens of Villa Monsanto," I think my heart just walk out from me, and it feels like my froze as I heard her name. Paloma Ursula is finally here!

Liliana said, making Paloma roll her eyes. "Oh please, who wants genuine things these days? There aren't even any genuine lovers anymore. Look at the lady and the Don. No one loves anyone genuinely," Paloma said. Liliana was instantly reminded of Evelyn and the way she was a mess while talking about the Don. It wasn't right but Liliana saw the pain in Evelyn's eyes. "You should seduce that man and change your life, Lily," Paloma said, getting Liliana's attention. "Except you want to be a maid forever," Paloma said, shrugging.

He could be a killer or a robber who just waited for the correct timing when to strike. “Why not? You’re a married couple now!” Paloma said before she went to her bedroom and get her things for the trip. She realized why her father adored Paloma so much. The woman was feisty, smart, and has a mind on her own. “Wait, where’s the antidote?” She asked when Paloma was back with her backpack and ready to go. She almost forget about it after what happened. “There’s no antidote, sorry,” Paloma answered and turned her back from her.

"What are you talking about? What's going on?" I asked. "Olive, I tried telling you about her," Cole said, eyes glaring at Paloma even tied to his chair. "Didn't I. That she's fake." "What are you talking about?" I asked again, and the room went quiet for a second as I watched Paloma cycle through what looked like a hundred emotions at once before they finally settled on something resembling resignation. She looked defenseless. Not the Paloma I knew at all. "My name is not Paloma."

“Are you having fun?” I flinched, then relaxed as I realized it was my best friend speaking to me. Summoning a fake smile, I gave her a nod and she beamed at me with perfect teeth, making a pang of jealousy punch me in the stomach. Paloma Censori was everything I was not. Rich, nepo baby with full golden blonde hair that shimmered in the light and a perfect body shape that made the men oogle in desire. Paloma turned to the clock and her sunshine smile widened into a grin.

“Paloma did he say something to you yesterday?, was that why you left so hurriedly?" Silence. followed by the pitter patter of her small feet. "Paloma," I call her, she doesn't turn towards me and I dread that if she does I might not be able to take the look that comes with it especially if she's in tears but still I couldn't let her go no like this. "Paloma what in fucks name did he say to you?” Silence. "Goddamnit Answer me Paloma,” I growl, slamming my fist into the headboard and denting it, she freezes and I smell the fear that seems to roll off of her in waves and I decide on a less violent approach.