Paulina Vasquez Novels & Stories

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

The version that was not managed. She was going to tell him that she was not Victoria Martinez. She was going to tell him that her name was Elena Vasquez, which he may have suspected, which Marcus had apparently known since the second week, which she did not know whether he knew or did not know and had been not-knowing, herself, in the specific way she had been not-knowing things for forty-nine days.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

Typical college party scene. "Whose house is this?" I asked Mike. It was huge. The person who owns it must be filthy rich; otherwise, what kind of college student can afford it? "Mine." I turned to the person who just spoke behind us and found myself looking at a tall, skinny girl with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was undeniably beautiful like those models in magazines. "Hi, I'm Dawn. Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes at me. "Marina," I introduced myself. "Is this really your house? It's beautiful!" I couldn't hide my amazement.

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

Aniya na may halong pang-aasar. "In your dreams Mr. Kupal! Hinding-hindi ko hahayaan na mangyari ang mga sinasabi mo!" Pangangatwiran ko pa. "Mahal na mahal ko ang sarili ko kaya hindi ko ito sasayangin para lang sa isang katulad mo!" "Tsk! nawa'y magdilang anghel ka!" Inirapan ko lang ito. "Pag-isipan mong maigi ang suhestiyon ko Czarina.' Ani Paul bago ipinagpatuloy ang pagsubo ng pagkain.

In fairness to them, they loved their daughter a lot but they just did not know how to show it. She went upstairs to her room on the first floor. She had a lot of homework to do before the next day but she needed to make a certain call first. Vanessa's room was medium sized. It was smaller than what most people expected the daughter of a rich couple to have but to hell with people's opinions, she like the size of her rook the way it was. Almost everything was in plain view once she opened the door. The room was painted white, white with black polka dots. There was a black, furry rug that met her feet as she stepped into the room. Her bed was resting on the wall opposite the door, under the w

Princess Cecilia: I'm so sorry for intruding Anita: You should be! Paul: Its fine, what do you want? Princess Cecilia: Well the chefs are about to make breakfast so I wanted to ask you what you'll be having? Paul: Is there still bread? Princess Cecilia: No but I could order Paul: Okay, that's what I want for breakfast. Princess Cecilia: Alright Anita: Excuse us!!! (Cecilia leaves the room) (Meanwhile) Princess Cecilia: Dad, I want to order bread for breakfast, that's what Paul and I wanna eat