Rina Palenkova Novels & Stories

— Guys, this is the creator of all this, Dalia Penedo. —Dália Penedo Salazar. - I correct as I greet one by one with a handshake until I reach the companion of X that does not leave his arm. — Nice to meet you. — The pleasure is all mine, finally meet the woman who took my husband all to herself. - says the blonde holding firmly in my hand. She knows about us? I feel my blood running from my face and I think she notices too and then lets out a slight smile. — It’s just kidding. My name is Pandora. And I’ve heard a lot about you. — Pleasure... again. - I say with some difficulty, even more so with her looking intently at my son with the surprised look. — Is everything okay?

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher. Pinnacle Investment Bank was a financial institution of immense prestige and global recognition, making it the epitome

"I'm Erik. Erik Pilsen-Chamberlain." Pearl about fell backwards from her chair. She was sitting across the patio, having a glass of whiskey at 1 am with a world renowned photographer and the crown prince of England.

Even the damn orange juice tastes like pity. Paulina’s seated just beside me. Her legs are crossed, and she has a perfect posture. Her nails are red. The kind of red that screams blood sport. Her dress? An emerald green silk number that clings to her like she’s starring in a perfume commercial. No bra. Of course. Her hair’s slicked back in a bun so tight, I’m convinced it's the reason she’s so unhinged. And that face… smug. Full of collagen and calculation.

belly was flat, and superbly defined. Her breasts were tiny. They were just barely a support platform for her incredibly erect nipples. I stared at them for a moment, mesmerized. Fhaernala's legs mirrored her arms. Muscle, sinew and tendon. No fat. She had no ass to speak of. None. It was ... astonishing. But it was her face - the sharp features, the prominent, pointed ears - that set my blood coursing to the mid-southern extremities of my body. If you had described her in advance, I would have shaken my head, and gone to bed early - alone. Now that I stood there, looking at her naked glory, I heard Sylvia's voice: 'Enjoy the sweet, Ken'. - "Pamna and I would kiss a bit, first." I

Anastasia The woman sitting to Vladimir’s left, directly across from Caius, was my least favorite of his inner circle. Pamela Parker, her mother Korean and her father a small-time Alpha, had the face of a high-fashion model. Her black bob hugged the slope of her jaw and gave her a harsh edge that followed along the bridge of her nose and brow bone. Now pushing thirty, she’d been working with Vladimir for nearly ten years. She was his publicist in a way, but that only brushed the surface of what she did for him.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

On her was a note that read. Dearest king Ravana The night we spent together was glorious and with you, I experienced the emotions I had forgotten about. You needn’t worry cause you weren’t in anyway under my spell. We both just fell in love at horse sight. With the precious night bares a gift that I don’t believe I can keep. There is no way this child will live with my wicked people. With you I keep the fruit of our short love. Cherish my little Pandora who is a venerable creature.

’ I answered, awkwardly. ‘My name is Penelope’ she said regaining her composure. She had chocolate brown skin and beautifully braided hair held back in a ponytail. I was quickly becoming the centre of attention which always made me feel a little out of place. I was already older than most of the girls in my class, I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Plus I didn’t have the personality of a famous person. I was usually incredibly shy and always amazed when people recognized me and wanted to get to know me.