Persia Lourdes Novels & Stories

Andre Jacques Lourdes. . . He will be in charge of the Detroit Entrepreneurship Summer Camp from now on. Something he never imagined he would be doing in his life. But Camilla Lourdes loved helping people—in her way. Especially ‘displaced’ young adults who she knew had so much to offer to society. And this was exactly what led her to found the Lourdes Foundation six years ago. This was only the second edition of DESC and it was unfortunate she couldn’t be there to see how much success came out of it. To this cause, Andre was dedicated. If, for once in his life, outside the business world, he hoped to do right by his mother.

"She reminds me a lot of my Lizandra." Of course, Lizandra caught the attention of the couple. She and Lourdes were very similar, and the fact that she was also from Gostoso and had the same name as Lourdes's daughter was quite peculiar. However, it doesn't answer any of my questions. How is it possible that Lourdes doesn't recognize her daughter, especially when she says that Lizandra has visited her several times in the Netherlands? It doesn't make sense for the couple to be lying about it, especially when they plan to give a resort as a gift to the girl and even invited me and Bernardo to accompany them on a trip to the location.

MARIA'S POV. It was a bright morning, the sun shining at its peak, casting a beautiful glow through the hospital glass, my hips swinging left and right as I walked through the hospital halls. The male doctors and some patients' mouths fell open as I passed them, they whispered among themselves. “Isn't that Maria Maria?” They asked each other. Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company.

Thank God they chose a table far from the view of everyone, it's like a private place, I like it. Adal has been polite, chivalrous, and attentive with me, I like that. Who am I kidding? The man takes me out of my world of fantasies and makes them come true. I see Lucero and her lavender-colored dress, and I feel a little envy, she has that sexy yet sophisticated touch. I emphasize that it's good jealousy, not that I want her dress, on the contrary, my dress chosen by her can raise the dead; a red dress, with straps, V-neck, and let's not forget about the slit I have on my right leg, from my foot to my thigh, almost showing my pantyhose.

Compared to the maturity and reliability she displayed before, she looked younger here, more like a student. Priscilla was a bit surprised. She didn’t think she’d see her here today. She didn’t have anything against Lourdes, so she asked casually, “Can you come in and join us?” “Yes!” Lourdes agreed. Lourdes was Hadassah's cousin, though with the family chain, her dad ran a small business of the Curtis family and was not involved in the power struggle.

This was all because of a gift from the Goddesses. Which brings me to the final book. Gifts from the Goddesses. This is all about Potestas Loren's five original possessions. As we know and the book confirms, The Praesidium Deae Astra is one of them but Leo said the other 4 were either lost or destroyed. One of these four particularly sparked my interest," I said flicking to the correct page. "The Descendant of Hecate's amulet. It's a necklace said to have witchcraft controlling powers that was given to Potestas as one of the five objects. He gave it to his Luna and she miraculously got control of her powers.'

“ So you work here? “ Said Betina, entering the tent. The tent was illuminated with fluorescent lights and decorated with purple and gold. “ Welcome! My name is Persia. Betina: “ Are you a psychic? Persia: “ Yes! I read palms and talk to spirits! I can see the future and unlock the secrets of the past. Betina: “ You're blind, but on the other hand you have a gift! Persia: “ What do you want? Betina stretched out her hand: “ What do you see in my hand? Persia held her hand with her left hand and with the tips of her index finger massaged the corner of her forehead.

Finrod nodded. The king reached for her hand, kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, “What is your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” “Please bless my kingdom, Lady Ellaine.” He really believed her to be some kind of godsend savior. She stood there, motionless. She didn’t know what to do yet the king was still kneeling in front of her. She glanced at Margarette who motioned for her to lay her hands on the king’s head. And she did. “King Erfand, mighty ruler of the centaurs, the Virsathen is in high spirits. I bless you so that your kingdom may continue to prosper and fortify.”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.