Paulina Porizkova Novels & Stories

Overlapping conversations, children moving between the tables, the particular warmth of people who were comfortable enough not to perform for each other. Paulina sat at the head of the table because this was her birthday and because it was where she always sat anyway and everyone had understood this for years without it being stated. She told a story during dinner that Elena had heard before and the twins had not and which Marcus had heard in a different version. It was a story about Elena's mother, Paulina's younger sister, who had been a mathematician of real ability who had not had the circumstances to develop it fully. The story was about a specific problem her sister had solved in her h

Sitting in my seat, I only asked Paulina a question, "Why did you resign?" "Well, regarding this..." Paulina looked calm and said helplessly, "In the past, I befriended someone who was beautiful and capable. But later, because of some reasons, she left. Originally, it was nothing. As a result, a colleague who disliked my friend now gained power and suppressed me in every aspect. I couldn't bear to stay there. So I quit." Nancy asked on the side, "Who is it?" "You don't know her. Her name is Raina Winston, a designer of our company."

His pride was far greater than any fire he could face. Smiling, Belinda turned to the woman holding onto the crook of Paul's arm. She was gorgeous, with beautiful exotic brown skin and striking eyes. Her silky black hair was sleeked back in a tight bun, revealing perfectly defined facial features and a slender neck. Belinda smiled at her, and she smiled back. "And who is this?" Belinda turned back to her brother. Paul's head slightly raised, as he smugly looked down at her. "Meet my chosen mate, Lila Salvador, daughter to the alpha of the São Paulo Pack of Brazil."

I howled out as the pain grew worse, gritting my teeth as I glared up at the bastard. Behind him stood a small-looking woman with white hair and eyes that looked avoid. Telling from her aura, I could tell that she was a witch. This pain was her doing. I wanted to rip her throat out, but I was nearly paralyzed by the pain. “Have you met my friend Cecilia… CC for short,” Paul said, his tone kept casual, which pissed me off immensely. “She’s quite good at what she does,” Paul chuckled as he stood to his feet.