Ramona Tamburello Novels & Stories

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

ALLISON. “You sound cheesy. I don’t need cheesy; I need a girl who can dance and entertain the guests. What makes you think you can handle that?” Ramona leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk, as if she were measuring my worth in beats.

I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin. A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king. “This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.” A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.

Three years went by and Mason was having dinner with a lady at The One Gourmet, one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. She holds the position of an assistant director in an investing company. At the same time, she was also the only daughter of the director of a group company. Her name was Ramona García. She liked him a lot. So, she asked him out in the name of business and had a dinner date with him. Arriving at the restaurant, he noticed the romantic vibes of the place and the overtly sexy dress Ramona was wearing. It was obvious what she was trying to do here.

The artist Ramona hired was already setting things up, giving instructions in accented English with a kind smile. The breeze smelled like citrus and salt. It should’ve been calming. Instead, I found myself stealing glances over my shoulder, half-hoping Alexander would show up anyway. He didn’t. Ramona took the seat beside me, unrolling the sleeves of her dress with a calculated grace. “So,” she began, glancing down at the unshaped clay in front of her, “I had such a strange night last night.” Sloane raised a brow. “Strange how?”

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

“What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?” “She’s just unusual. She’s got little shadow on her, that’s all.” Margarette’s mind wandered as she spoke. “And, you’re worrying about her because she has a shadow?” “No. I’m worried because she’s losing her shadow, Finrod. And that lady who just left us has very little shadow left.” Realizing the depth of her thoughts, she shifted to a lighter mood and pushed the issue away. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” “I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.”

I yell over the blasting music in the club. He looks at me again. From the tip of my wet curls to my toes, then back to my lips, where his gaze stays a second too long. “Sorry, Sugarlips,” he says, his voice like dark velvet. “I’ve done a lot of crazy shit, but ruining a wedding? That’s foreign.” He turns to his glass of whiskey like we’re done talking. “I’m Ramona, not Sugarlips,” I say, reaching out my trembling hand. “Ramona Martins. You must be Jonathan?”

“Not at all, I just want you two to have breakfast with me, eating all this food alone will be too much for me “ Ramona stated, and they glanced at each other before sitting on the dining chair in front of Ramona. “Are you working?” Lady Mary asked, and Ramona smiled before nodding. “I work in a cafe shop, a part time job, and I need some part time job to do” Ramona said, and Lady Mary nodded. “Have you settled with your husband?” Butcher Alberto asked, and she nodded negatively. “Why will I forgive someone that's inhumane?” Ramona said. They heard a doorbell, and Butcher Alberto went to the door. He opened it, and bowed slightly as Belle entered the living room.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.