Paulina Vasquez Novels & Stories

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Isabelle asked. “Can I get back to you on that one?” Belinda asked, dimly hoping that this psychotic bitch from hell might have a sense of humour. She did. She laughed at Belinda’s joke as she slashed the knife at the computer programmer’s stomach. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:20

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

She paused, mid sentence and was looking behind me. I turned my head around and saw the same tall blonde woman from last night, walking through the hotel suite. A white hotel robe was hanging from her shoulder, revealing the red lace bra she had on underneath. She walked into my room. I turned around and looked at Jamie, holding my daughter in her arms. I couldn't even say that it wasn't what it looked like since there wasn't much of last night that I could actually recall. "I guess now I know why you didn't answer the phone when I called. We're just going to go, I'm running late for something."Jamie turned around and left with Penelope.

Villah was working behind the counter, and Landon and I stood quietly behind it. "Villah?" He said. Villah turned around to look at us, and smiled. Blonde, blue eyes that were lined thickly with eyeliner, and that bitchy but not bitchy persona from yesterday. Abra? Abra. I opened my mouth to say something, but Landon interrupted me. "Izzy, this is Villah." Villah/Abra smiled sneakily at me. "We know each other, actually." I said. "Right, Villah?"

The woman had red dyed wavy hair, tan skin and a pair of hazel eyes that contrasted with her skin. She was smoking her cigar and was half way through it when her eyes met with Selena. Paulina Larvey, she was her associate from New York Alphabet Society, a secret but powerful private intelligence agency. “Paulina, what are you doing here?” Selena asked, utterly confused. The woman closed the door and walked toward her with an amused expression. “What did the two of you do in here? Alexander stormed out of the room like you just threw gunpowder all over him and lit it up.” She joked.

she asked. “Maybe your Alpha hit his head and decided that it would be right to punish me?” I asked, giving her a sarcastic smile. “Serena,” she said, and the tone in her voice made it clear she was not amused. “Whatever freedom he has allowed you does not mean you can speak about him however you please. If anything, this is a blessing. Other girls would kill to be in your place.” “Then please, by all means have them kill me and get this over with.” I said, rolling my eyes. Helena pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly not liking where the conversation was going.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.