Rina Palenkova Novels & Stories

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“ This is my wife, “ Nikolai said and I shook the man’s hand. I didn’t bother to outstretch my arm towards his wife because I already knew she wouldn’t take it. “ She is very beautiful, Nikolai. You outdid yourself. “ He said and his wife scoffed. The man ignored her but I saw how his jaw ticked. He didn’t like it. “ Careful there, old man. I might think that you want her. “ Nikolai said with a warning but made it seem like a joke. Both men laughed but I knew better. There was a silent conversation between them. “ What is your name, dear? “ He asked. I plastered on a smile and fixed my posture to look confident and unfazed by him. “ Brianna Lucchese Trentino, “ I answered, pleasing Nikolai.

I introduced and Helaena smiled at Kehlani, who choose to blatantly ignore her. "I wanted to introduce you to someone too," Kehlani said and waved an elegantly dressed lady over. "Meet Park Eunso. She's Korean, one of the big names in the cosmetics industry, and she owns Eclair beauty". I shook the girl's hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Sybil Eagan".

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

"Really? Wow. Ukraine's a great tennis country. You have a couple of women in the Top Ten right now, don't you?" "We do." Iryna took a sip of soda. "Elina Svitolina and myself." "Yeah, and, yourself. Iryna Baraskova. On my couch. Holy shit." All the color drained out of Mitch's face, contrasting hysterically with her jet-black hair "I did try to tell you, Michelle, darling." "Yes, you did. I'm just going to shut up now. Carrie, you want a drink? Honey?" Cindy and I put in our orders and I sat down on the couch next to Iryna, who casually put her arm around me while I placed a hand on her knee. The pregame show on my friends' flat screen was totally forgotten.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.