Novel & Cerita Reyna Angelica Marroquin

Mira says to Quinn, who shrugged her shoulders and took a seat on the arm chair. Marina walked out, she had a smile on her face as she walked to the couch and took a seat. She picked up a magazine and opened it, she looked so relaxed, like she hadn't just dragged her youngest child in the harshest way possible, to punish her for something she wasn't responsible for. I bet Camila has done her share of bullying her sister, I could see the way her eyes would beam with mischief whenever she saw Quinn, I wouldn't blame her.

Angel said with bright eyes. Anna and Amber bowed slightly at the woman. "Its nice to finally meet you Mrs Zhang" Amber said smiling, she realized Angel saying her mother was pretty was just an understatement! That explained Angel's good looks. Anna nodded at the woman before handing her a drink "Please Mrs Zhang, we're having a celebration today so....no tears" Xi Yao laughed and wiped her face "Yes, yes. okay girls. Let's have fun then" Angel was the first person to start speaking. She didn't stop blabbering about her experiences when training and how she met the girls.

Silas joked. My mate unwrapped herself from me, before bowing her head. “Prince Kieran.” “Hello Azuela! I see you’ve met your mate,” Kieran smiled. Even her name is beautiful. “Uh, what’s going on here?” I asked. “You must be Prince Angelo Del Gadio. My name is Angelina Wisteria, Silas’ mate. You know Kieran, and this is his mate Dahlia McCormick, a werewolf,” she hinted. She is exceptionally beautiful; not as beautiful as Azuela, but beautiful nonetheless.

“Right.” Angel wasn’t giving in on this. Attraction notwith-standing, she knew what she was doing here was the right thing to do. It was important to her. To the planet. Mariana wasn’t going to win, not now. No matter how many times in the past her sister had managed to come out smelling like a hibiscus, this time, Angel had Right on her side. “Look, Mariana. I know what I’m doing. I’ve studied them for selinos.”

I tear my gaze from the looming building to her, rubbing my clammy palms on my black dress. “You truly look like a goddess,” Marina says, repeating what the makeup artist, who’d done my makeup said when she saw me all dressed up. She’d been so startled when she saw me, claiming I was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. I’d appreciated the compliment right until she said I looked like an angel. Lily had been more than delighted to let her know my name is Angelica. “You are the goddess,” I tell Marina with a chuckle, finally feeling my stomach unknot itself.

It was a slap in her face! And it was so loud! In the exclaimed voices of everyone, Maria potted all the remaining colored balls. Then she turned around to smile at Angel, "I won." Angel was extremely displeased. She was the Queen of Billiards in San Diego. But she lost to Mia. It was humiliating! She glared at Maria angrily, took out a card from her bag, walked to Maria and slapped the card directly on Maria’s face, "If it hadn't been for Young Master Thomas letting you take the advantage of us, how could you even possibly win?"

I hugged her, planting kisses all over her face. “Is she your girlfriend? What about Angels?” Reina asked, narrowing her eyes at me. Marlene chuckled. “You don’t even know Reina. Don’t side with a stranger,” I said softly. “Your girlfriend isn’t a stranger. Stop saying that,” Reina replied, and Marlene laughed. “I’m Reina,” she introduced herself. I noticed Marlene struggling to hold back tears. Reina had breathing aids attached to her wheelchair. I signaled Marlene to stay composed—Reina hated pity.

she cried, her pout evident from her tone as she flailed her arms. It was only then that I noticed another girl, kneeling down and digging through a bag, her back turned to us. Her dark hair glimmered with shades of auburn, coal, and mahogany. They had to be the Romero sisters. My intel showed Reina was fourteen years old and her sister, Phoenix, was sixteen.

“You’re not in their league, and I honestly don’t see what Rhoda sees in you.” I turned to face her, my lips curling into a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Excuse you? Who are you again?” I asked. Her smile faltered, and she sat up straighter, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Angelina Martinez, face of the—” I tsked. “I don’t know you, and honestly, your opinion doesn’t matter.” My tone was dry, but her expression fell instantly. Her nose flared as she stood, crossing her arms.

Teacher Maria Angelica Ricafranca, a 20-year-old new teacher is very excited as today will be her first day of work at St. Mary's Academy in the City of Batangas. She woke up early and started her morning routine. Took a bath, had her breakfast, and carried her things. She is living alone in an apartment since she will be working in the City while her parents were in their ancestral house in Baybayin, Rosario, and Batangas. She's the only daughter of a couple of farmers Mr. and Mrs. Ricafranca. She grew up with a simple provincial living who only knew the school and their residence. Her friends used to call her a nerd and clumsy girl since her school days for she only studies well and does n