Novelas y relatos de Rene Webb

She looked the richest too. Though the note of sarcasm in her voice was incredibly irritating, Rachel managed a polite smile as she replied, “Uber is fine.” “Rachel, Wennishe is making a pile on Periscope now. She’s the most famous anchorwoman on that app!” exclaimed a chubby girl. She was gazing at Wennishe with total admiration. Rachel recognized her. She was Mia Irvine, the girl who sat in front of her in her ninth grade. “Is that so? Congratulations, Wennishe,” Rachel calmly responded.

The word came out flat and stripped of everything except the bare fact of it. "Webb," she confirmed. He stood and went to his window and stood with his back to her and she gave him the silence because he needed it. She had had forty minutes with this information. He was having it for the first time and Marcus Webb was not Ryan Cole. Marcus Webb was fifteen years. Marcus Webb was the legal foundation of everything Dominic had built. Marcus Webb had sat across from him in rooms that mattered and shaken hands that meant something and carried the architecture of this company in his head.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

After several hours of running, just before dawn, Saya collapses among some rocks near a mountainous area, creating an invisible protective bubble around her. Carrie, who had been wandering those parts searching for herbs, spots Saya just as she transforms back into Selene and falls unconscious a few meters away. She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir.

SELENA'S POV I ran my hand in my hair as the elevator door closed shut in front of me. What was I going to do now? I had no other place I could go to. I didn't have friends because I don't like people. It was times like this that I cursed my introverted life. I had gone to the bank but they refused to give me a loan because I had been getting a lot of those and I have a huge debt on my hands. I sighed loudly as I fought to keep my eyes open. After my meet with the Maranos the previous night; no relation, I had gone to several places with the hope of being hired even if it was for a short period of time so I could pay for the bill by installments.

“You’ve seeded the feed?” “In weeks,” Sebastian answered. “Small threads. A dormant backdoor we left months ago that only activates against a particular handshake. I let Knight get comfortable. Complacency makes for deeper cuts.” He tapped a key; one of the status bars ticked forward a fraction. At the far edge of the room, the silent figure — a woman whose presence had been introduced only in shadow and whose name the world did not yet know — moved without taking her eyes off the screens. She was younger than Elara, less ornate, more contained, and when she leaned in, the light made her almost statue-like. Sebastian watched how she watched: not with hunger, but with a careful tempering of f

Wren went over to the director as she greeted him in respect appreciating his good work and her anticipation for the movie. " On what account do I owe this visit?" Director wang asked politely as he gawked at the beauty in front of him. Wren was quite stunning hence the name nation Goddess. She was an epitome of gorgeous and definition of elegance. She wasn't found in places that she wasn't invited. " Oh! About that, I came to see Irene and how she's doing." " Irene? " Director wang murmured as he wondered about the relationship between Irene and Wren but who was he to judge.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

"I'm sorry… I was being selfish. Forget it, I shouldn't have troubled you. Sorry for bothering you today." Jason quickly grabbed her wrist and whispered something to calm her down, then turned and walked over to me. "I was just worried you would get the wrong idea, so I didn't tell you beforehand. Her name's Wendy Webb, and she's an old college friend. Her fiance's overseas and can't make it. No one can help her with the rehearsal. Since she needed someone about the same height and I happened to fit, I agreed to help out at the last minute." I stared at Jason with a cold face, then glanced at the woman.

And given how our valley is tight-nit and small, I almost know everyone here. Aaron smiles at her before introducing her to us, “Cynthia and Riley, this is Mrs. Britany Webber. Mother in law of Jane and mother of Stephen Webber.” Mother in law? Wow? How could I miss it? She’s an immortal just like Jane and her mate Stephen. But I must say she must be taking very good care of her beast because I could have never guessed she is even older than Aaron. I look back to see if Jane is coming but she is not. As we nod and smile at each other Aaron continues his introduction, “Britany, this is Cynthia and Riley Michaels. They are Seth’s daughters and my very special guests.”