Renata Notni Novelas Mga Nobela at Kwento

She began to move to my front showing off her nakedness and smiling mischievously, I pushed her to the ground immediately and she fell hitting her head on Clara's bed, she was lucky not to hit her head on the wood. " You Slut! You think you can seduce me with this? I see you don't like you job but there is no problem, I know where you can work and get raped anytime. I took out my phone from my back pocket and called my guard to meet me at the maids quarter. She started crying but I ignored her as I went through Clara's book which were well arranged but I scattered them. Renata immediately ran to put on her cloth and sat on her bed crying profusely like I raped her. I saw a diary and opened

“So I’ve been an experiment from day one, and you’re a fucking spirit send to shadow me, keep tabs in case I turned rabid or some shit?” “No, Nico—” “Don’t fucking call me that!” I snap, throwing off her hand and standing right up out of my seat. “You’re not her. You’re fucking-- Who are you?” I repeat. “Renata,” she whispers. “My original name, it was Renata. I was Henry’s sixth wife. None of the others…” She shakes her head. “They wouldn’t stay, after what happened with the commune, but even after I died, lost my body… Henry needed me. And I… I wanted to give him a son, a child just as perfect as Christian.”

Gillian immediately strode to the living room. Renata was currently going through a fashion magazine while drinking a chrysanthemum tea. Even after Gillian greeted her, Renata didn’t bat an eyelash, move an inch, or lift her head to stare at Gillian; it was as if she didn’t notice Gillian at all. She turned to Zenaida and began to comment on the latest jewelry or clothes worn by the stars in the magazine Since the beginning, Gillian doesn’t like such a person as Renata, who already came to a judgment due to rumors surrounding Gillian and used her power to make Gillian miserable just because she doesn't like Gillian.

She rolled her eyes and reached for the glass of water on the table. Renata nodded, arms folded to her chest. “I noticed something which seems odd.” Nina gently placed the glass of water on the table and turned to Renata who stared into space. “And what’s that?” “That night… the night of my spinster party. Santiago didn’t look for me, he didn’t question where I slept that night. Isn’t that odd?” She arched her brow. Nina coughed and quickly grabbed the glass of water again. “Are you okay?” Renata patted her back softly.

Renata lit another cigarette, blowing smoke into the stale air, the note still safely tucked in her jacket pocket. She traced the woman’s spine absentmindedly, eyes focused on the dark, flickering light above them. She wasn’t satisfied, not really, but it didn’t matter. Satisfaction wasn’t something she chased anymore—just moments where the emptiness didn’t feel so suffocating. The woman stirred, kissing Renata’s jaw lazily. “You’re intense,” she whispered. Renata just smirked, taking another drag. “You have no idea.” The woman didn’t press for more, content to lie against Renata, oblivious to the turmoil still brewing behind those dark eyes. Renata didn’t care enough to push her away, not y

Beneath it, a single handwritten note, the same careful hand from the pressure marks in Renata’s notebook. She’s the one who finally breaks the pattern. I’d like to see how.

“Renata, the books weren’t burnt. The victors burnt the copy of those books. The original ones are hidden somewhere else.” To be continued . . .

teased Novita. "What the heck?" Renata exclaimed, embarrassed. "Just admit it again. I know how you like him," exclaimed Novita. Renata could only smile while stuffing bread into her mouth. ***

That her best friend had become the whore of the same professor who always made Selly so uneasy? Delete again. Renata set the phone down on the concrete, staring up at the polluted night sky—no stars visible. She hugged her knees tighter, rocking slightly. “I have to end this…” she whispered to herself, voice lost in the night breeze. “But how?” Inside, Dominic stirred, hearing faint crying from the balcony. He rose quietly, approaching the glass door, but paused. Renata sat curled alone out there, small and lost like a child. His bad feeling deepened. But before he could slide the door open, Renata’s abandoned phone buzzed loudly on the floor—an incoming call.

Her nipple stood up erect. “Ahhh…” she groaned in frustration. The only way to get Michelangelo out of her mind was to occupy it with other things. She immediately put on her clothes and went to the kitchen. Valentina and Ambrosia were back from their work. Renata went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner with the help of her friends. “How was your day?” asked Valentina. “Don’t ask me. It was… I don’t even have words to explain,” groaned Renata.