Portia Devorak Novels & Stories

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

The lady who sat beside the old man retorted. “Hera, leave my daughter alone.” The man silenced her. “But Zeus…” Hera protested. “We have more important matters that need to be discussed.” Zeus said, making Hera shut her mouth and swallow her pride. “What’s your name, young lady?” Zeus asked me in a calm tone. “Pandora.” I answer slightly bowing my head to show him my respect. He smiles at me while Hera only glares at me. “So it’s true.” He comments. “You’re back.”

She had brought two swimsuits today, including a one-piece and a bikini, but she still had not decided which one to wear. ​ “What would you like to drink? Here’s the menu.” Nicholas handed a small menu to the girl beside him. Portia was wearing a cute white, floral sleeveless dress made of fabric that was both light and comfortable. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was bare of makeup, her cheeks slightly pink from the sun. ​ “I’ll have a coconut water.” She chose quickly. ​ “They have snacks too.” ​ “I’ve already eaten, Nicholas. Just the drink for now.”

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

She raced out of the room, dropping the cameo in the process and rushed down the stairs to save Jonathan. Upon hearing her parents screams, Lena’s little face scrunched up and she let out a cry, her small hands curling into fists. A gust of wind blew through the room and Lillian Endora appeared. “Jonathan! No!” Margaret screamed. The Endora witch pelted out of the room, down the stairs to find the bodies of Margaret and her husband on the floor. Several witches from her cousin’s former coven stood over them. “Now we’re in trouble. It’s an Endora witch”, Seraphina sneered.

She saw me as a threat—a potential threat to her precious position as Murad’s favorite. Her aggression was fueled by her own fear of losing the status she had worked so hard to attain and knowing vaguely how tough this place was, she must have sold herself to Murad completely, for him to have her as his favorite. A surge of empathy washed over me. Portia's actions stemmed from a deep-rooted insecurity, a desperation to maintain her position of privilege. It didn't excuse her behavior, but it shed light on the twisted mindset that fueled her actions.

Dana sat down beside her husband with a smile, while he turned to look at her, "This is my friend, Maria...Maria Cruz." Harriot looked up at Maria with a smile and nodded, "Nice to meet you." He said. Those words sounded empty and non-valuable to Maria. The sound of her heartbeat drowned out the thoughts running through her brain. Harriot still looked the same as he did, twenty-one years ago. He was the second man, she has fallen in love with, apart from Philip's biological father who died when Philip was four years old. She could still feel Harriot's hand on her body, that night when he had forced her to his bed. She had made up her mind to forget about him because he had a wife. She though

Lorraine Lebedeva "Ms. Preobrazhensky is suffering from TBI, traumatic brain injury. Her current state from the wound is penetrating when the projectile enters the cranium, but does not exit." The doctor explained, as he went through Katina's medical files. Dante squeezed my shoulder out of comfort. I gave him a small smile, and sighed.

He hasn't let it go for what feels like hours and I'm sure it's already black and blue. He doesn't answer me. Hell, he doesn't even look at me. "Do you know who I am?" I ask him in Spanish, thinking maybe he doesn't speak or understands English. He glances down at me, eyes cold and hard, then shifts his gaze to the door again. "I'm Portia Esmeralda. The daughter of the most dreaded crime Lord in all of Italy. I'm also Callahan Scarfoni's wife. His fucking wife. And when he finds out what you're doing to me, he'll kill you!"

Darius asked looking at the portrait where his friend Eugene is standing still looking for information. Odhan looked at where King Darius is pointing and saw that it's a portrait of a woman his father loved so much before he married his mother. "That is Theodora. She was said to be the most beautiful woman in the dark world. My father loved her so much and even planned to marry her. But something went wrong and she died. But my father never forgot about her and never loved my mother. He never treated my mother well. He always used to abuse her physically and mentally. My mother died when he hit her a little too hard" Odhan explained.