Rastros De Mentiras Novels & Stories

Not to mention, a black sunglasses to finish the whole look. She had been making excuses such as: she caught a cold, or she got some allergies and sometimes even she said that this was a new trend she found on I*******m and people believed it. They ought to believe it since I*******m people were following some weird trends these days so why not this. It wasn't even that weird. For the next one week, her melancholy heart subsided a little when she felt Sebastian Rodriguez wouldn't come for a simple girl like her since it was a simple one night stand, would he?

A private hallway, heads bent close. His hand on her back, her face turned toward his. Headlines scream across the images, accusatory and sensational: "Was Flora Hawthorne Always Damien's Partner in Crime?" "The Billionaire's Widow—Or the Mastermind Behind the Betrayal?" "Secret Meetings: What Lucas Arden Doesn't Know" Flora's knees weaken as she sinks into the nearest chair, the phone nearly slipping from her suddenly numb fingers. "They're fake," she whispers, her voice catching. "They have to be fake." But even as she says it, she recognizes locations, clothing she's worn. The craftsmanship is impeccable.

Michael asked no one. "Every time I wake up, there isn't a day where I don't feel regret." said Michael between sobs as he tilted his head up, He took a deep breath before continuing, "And every time I sleep, I'm always haunted by that memory. Memories of that night, Diana, the night you died" "Every day, I ask myself. Why? What did I think to make such a fatal mistake, Diana. I admit that I am a jerk for daring to do all of that to you, Diana.

Silence came in the conversation for a moment, Mason didn't know what to do. - Did the mice eat your tongue? Roberto breaks him with his words, making Mason go out of his way because of the coldness of his words, who with five fingers of forehead could hurt his own girlfriend. -Look, Roberto, I already know that you are the lover of Sara's mother, you are two despicable human beings and I am not going to fall for your blackmail, I prefer that she knows the truth and that she decides, but they are not going to continue to take her away from her little daughter, just for an economic interest.

She stood there without knowing what to say. At that point, she could not lie, it was useless to lie because Sarah already knew that she was in contact with Lauren. When she stood there for a long time without saying anything, she scratched her hair. "I'm sorry, Sarah. My name's not Estrellita and I'm not a Colombian. Everything I told you is a lie, I just faked everything just to get the job of being your assistant." The girl said calmly.

The fire doesn’t soothe shit. My fists clench. I want to punch the wall. Break the mirror. Break something. Because I can’t go back in there and face her. I can’t look into those glassy, watery eyes and see myself. Because what I see isn’t a man. It’s a dog. Filthy. Starving. Obsessed with a ghost. La Rosa Nera is a myth. A threat. An enigma wrapped in crimson silk and veils. Catalina is flesh. Skin. Eyes that follow me with faith even when I don’t deserve it.

POV Miguel Carrascal A month after the greatest tragedy of my life, I found myself standing before another woman, proposing a fake dating agreement for one year. Roberta stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. She looked as if she couldn't believe this was real—and to be honest, I couldn't believe what I was doing either. “A year?” She arched an eyebrow, and for a moment, I noticed how beautiful her smile was. “This can't be true.”

I thought it was a little too awkward that you went through all this for a painting for grandfather but then I saw the old man's passion for not wanting you to end up alone and I thought it was all good. Tears flowed down her cheeks, "how can you call Rose a deceiver when you're just as worse as she is... Are you that hungry for power that you would deceive an innocent woman and bring a child into this world for political reasons?" "Lulu..." "You even fucked me! You let me have sex with you when you knew what you were actually really doing the whole time?!" "Lulu listen to me," he called out in a worried tone. "And the worst part," she wailed, "all those words you said yesterday, I was a foo

Madison, however, mistook my laughter for mockery and glared at me with disdain. I tilted my head and asked in amusement, "Since you say you've worked hard to teach yourself the art of traditional pottery, I'm curious just how hard you've worked." I asked her that because I knew she couldn't possibly have self-taught herself traditional pottery. She was lying just to build a persona and continue using traditional pottery to make money. Just like Tyler, they didn't actually care about preserving the heritage. They were just exploiting it for profit. But to my surprise, Madison pulled out her phone. She pointed to a popular account that documented her journey in learning traditional pottery. T

“Look how beautiful you are… every inch of you belonging to your king now. Don’t be shy, sweet thing, let me see.” My heart pounded loudly in my chest. With that, I slowly opened my legs more for him. “Please d-don’t look,” I said, even though I didn’t stop him. His hand slapped me gently, which made me yelp. “Why shouldn’t I stare at this perfect little pussy… ‘my’ perfect little pussy?” he said, growling as he massaged my lower lips, smearing my juice as he moved. “St-stop,” I moaned out at the new feeling. My body jerked slightly. I could only lie helpless as he continued with his finger.