Paulina Porizkova Novels & Stories

It was very clear to her that everything was getting out of her control, including her two sons. She stepped into the creative department and everyone stood up with their heads bent as they greeted her. Clara also got up to greet and then she took a glimpse of Maria's face. Maria was a beautiful woman, in her 50s with a slim and youthful body structure, she was a replica of Philip in almost everything except the eyes. Maria had outstanding brown eyes while Philip had grey eyes. She didn't know much about Philip's family history, but she knew that Manuel wasn't Philip's biological father. It was a mystery that she didn't want to get into.

Even the damn orange juice tastes like pity. Paulina’s seated just beside me. Her legs are crossed, and she has a perfect posture. Her nails are red. The kind of red that screams blood sport. Her dress? An emerald green silk number that clings to her like she’s starring in a perfume commercial. No bra. Of course. Her hair’s slicked back in a bun so tight, I’m convinced it's the reason she’s so unhinged. And that face… smug. Full of collagen and calculation.

my voice broke. She stopped short of my bedside, her disgusted gaze lingering on me longer than it had ever had. "Is that how to bow to your Luna?" Fiona barged through the door fangs baring. "You omega wenches need to be taught better." "Fiona?" Luna Estella cut in harshly. "No foul words in my presence." Fiona bowed courteously, the sides of her ball gown lifting into the air. "Forgive me mother." Estella Rydor and her daughter Fiona, the two most powerful women in the Silverpine pack, and the most dangerous.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

Ronan cut off my words. “No. I met his wife before she died.” “Shaina Reyes,” Mr. Johnson placed a picture of Sofia, Paul's wife, on the center table. “A prostitute and drug dealer in Nevada. She's not dead, Ms. Cortez.” The truth hit me like an enormous wave from the ocean. I've never thought that I was so foolish for believing Paul and Sofia's sad story. About the kid that Sofia and Paul had, is that a lie, too? I've never met their so-called child.

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.

Only Directors have Sigma clearance. This means that not even Karen Anderson is able to check her own file. It seems a trifle strange. Ingrid has checked her own file quite a few times out of curiosity. She knows that if the company turned against her and wanted her dead they would probably not make it public on the company intranet. With this revelation, her lip twitches ever so slightly into a sneer. She whispers, so that the other inhabitant of the room won’t hear. “So if that’s the case Karen, why the hell do the Directors have your personnel record locked up?”

He pulled her arm a little too forceful and led her to the center of the circle. And there at the center was a single-armed wooden sofa accentuated by the moonlight. A woman, probably their Queen, was lying on it. The moonlight shall be enough as your guide. Feucher’s words echoed inside her head. Yes, the moonlight really did become her guide. She stepped closer and did a curtsey, as she thought people of this world normally do. The pixie Queen looked silently beautiful even though she appeared pale and weak. Her hair, which was commonly gold with her constituents, was colored silver. Her glow was very faint and sporadically glinting unlike the stable radiance of the others.

They were just cousins and from what I could see they had nothing in common. Julia liked to party and chase after men while Emilia looked like she didn’t even have a man in her life. Well it’s too early to make conclusions. She also handled a company as big as Peyton Inc. that had branches around the world. Where would she see the time for a relationship? She was an interesting woman and for the first time the media was right in their judgement. They called her a beautiful saint and I was beginning to agree with them. Dad quickly stands up and walks towards Julia.

A week has passed since Emma accepted to stay in this mansion with the Domenica family. She did not see Erza again, instead another woman. Her name is Polina. Polina is the new replacement for Erza's previous assignment. These two women are complete opposites of each other. If Erza has a feminine and attractive appearance, Polina has an athletic and strong body. Polina is approximately 6.3 feet tall. Not only that, but she also has short hair and brown skin, like a strong female boxer.