Paulina Porizkova Novels & Stories

Paulina asked in a tired voice, as she could feel the little strength she had left in her grow weak and she didn’t want to blame her daughter for her mate’s mistake. “Nothing.” Isabel and Rodrigo quickly replied in unison. “There’s no more secrets, I promise.” Rodrigo assured his mate, taking careful steps towards her. Paulina looked from Isabel to Rodrigo and back. She could tell from the look in their eyes that they were telling the truth, but she hopes she’s right this time and isn’t being fooled again by their deceitful nature. Paulina’s knees gave out and she collapsed, but Rodrigo was fast enough to prevent his mate’s body from hitting the ground.

I say as Julia’s face changes to a look of horror. “Protected? She’s been through a years of training harder than any male Alpha, rejection, one of the most devastating things a wolf can endure. She was attacked by the same mate who rejected her, and she was most recently held captive for a week suffering Goddess knows what pain as she won’t tell anyone what happened for fear of burdening us. She’s been groomed to be an Alpha from a young age. And you think her life has been easy?” I say pulling my hands from Jackson’s, I stand and start to pace with my arms folded around my stomach. I can’t believe what I am hearing and what my daughter has endured at the hands of my mate – her father.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.

Under the table, Paulina gently tugged at his sleeve, then turned and smiled sweetly at Old Master Johnson. “You must be joking. It’s true—I grew up in the countryside, but the government's policies are excellent these days. I even got into university. As for etiquette, values, and integrity—I know them well. You can rest assured: even if I come from humble beginnings, I would never do something as disgraceful as engaging in immoral behavior in public.” “Ha!” The once-quiet hall suddenly erupted in laughter, and Paulina grinned as she watched the old man’s face stiffen. She had just pointed out his earlier behavior of trying to publicly humiliate her, which was exactly like what he had sugge

Paul said, "He never changed his phone wallpaper." "Huh? Dr. Quinton's phone wallpaper is ex-his wife?" Miranda was shocked. "Why are you so surprised?" Miranda muttered under her breath, "I thought it was some celebrity. She looked so familiar. His wife is really beautiful though. Honestly… she's kind of wasted on Dr. Quinton." "His wife is a celebrity," Paul answered. "She's a film actress, Louise Sherman." Miranda was taken aback once more. An award-winning actress? Oh my gosh!

She couldn’t depend on Alexis to do all the paintings—she needed to take control of the situation earlier than it spiraled out of her grasp. Walking into her domestic workplace, Paulina sat down at her desk, her pc glowing softly inside the dim mild. She stared on the screen, the files on James still open from the night before. She had sufficient evidence to wreck him professionally, however she wished extra. Something that could shake his reputation to the core, something that could make the shareholders too afraid to stand through him any further.

Priscilla had a vague feeling that Paul came here today not just to thank her. But she didn’t say anything. She just smiled. “In that case, how about I introduce some more skilled actors to you?” Paul waved his hand, “No, I don’t need any other actors. I just need one for an important role. No one else can play this role.” “Oh? Which role?” “Stefanie Marion.” Priscilla was stunned, “Didn’t you choose Regina to play for that role?” At the mention of this, Paul couldn’t help frowning.

Zaverio casually answers his son. Meanwhile, on the other side, a beautiful woman who looks elegant is still trying to smile in the middle of her dance. With her swan feather skirt looking stunning under the lights, Dealova Persson is a famous ballet dancer in London, but she still looks very professional. Although, a few days ago, Dealova heard the news of her father's death in Italy.

Her answer came off like a whisper. “Hello, Penny, it is nice to meet you. Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” As I try to make small talk with her, she starts coming out from behind the bookshelves, and as she does that I can finally see her. She has a petite but toned body, chocolate flawless skin with black straight hair that went until her waist but what intrigued me the most was her eyes, purple beautiful eyes that would make you drown in them before you could even realize, she was absolutely gorgeous.