Ramona Tamburello Novels & Stories

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

Luna Laura pushed her words even though Zara looked less concerned about her presence. “In case no one has told you,” her voice turned into a whisper, “you look like a dead person. And, with your skin and that hair of yours, hmm…” Zara finally looked at the woman who now had her fingers on her chin as she scrutinized her with a mocking look. “You look like you could compete with the angel of death.” Zaramanni sighed. She needed to get rid of the woman. “Laura,” she called. “How dare you call me by my name? I am the Luna and I demand-”

Emmanuelle spread more salted butter toffee on her toast and froze: "Wait a second..." the vampire widened her eyes and put her elbows on the table to get closer to Bianca. She began to whisper, "Is that why you broke up with all those guys? None of them were able to..." Bianca looked to the side and bit her lower lip: "None of them. I don't know what is wrong with me. Since I turned twenty-one... nothing. Goodbye, big shivers and trembling." Emmanuelle knocked once on the table, making the Provençal patterned china there shake:

Santino’s eyes briefly shift to my lips, he licks his, and they shift back to capture mine. “ I have made little progress. I have traced the stones to be in the black market. A transaction took place there. The thing is I can’t find the original buyers because due to risk everything is done using anonymous identities, but my anonymous buyers recently sold them to another anonymous buyer in the black market.” He explains. “ Well, we have run out of patience.” Maximo chips in, “Samantha, tell him what we will do to you if he doesn’t deliver the ruby by the end of this week,”

Adam ordered, and he came back. "No, he can't do that. Don't you want to make money? How will you get your monthly payment if you don't sell things?" Ramona said, cleaning up her tears and trying to act strong. The waiter nodded his head and left immediately. Ramona smiled, trying to play strong. She took a bottle and opened one with her teeth. Adam was surprised. How can a lady be like this? Even if he took one bottles of beer, he would get drunk. "Join me if you wish to," she says, cheesing to nobody. She took it to her mouth and gulped down the whole bottle in one goal.

It didn't affect him at all. Ramona didn't just smash his cup; she also broke a lot of other items. Even a human skull can be broken with the 7-inch heels she always wears. "Ramona, come on. I have some business to attend to. ” She waved and smiled. "Short tempered," she admitted, "but I'm giving you this personally," she remarked as she turned away artistically. She even knocked down the vase he had just brought back from Pakistan. As it fell, it shattered into bits.

“What’s he been up to since he got here? Apart from owing us money.” The sarcasm in my voice was as close to Alec's way of Puting things out. “Investments, mostly. Laundering through dummy companies. we did a little bit more digging and found out he’s not alone.” I looked at him, waiting. “Romona Harrison. Former model, early thirties. She used to be a big name in the industry before she dropped off the radar after marrying a lawyer. Now, She’s playing house with our runaway prince.” “And who else?”