Roxana Aguirre Novels & Stories

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

Chaos. -This will only happen if Soraia doesn't have someone to hold her hand - said a voice from the tent entrance, and they both stared at a beautiful woman with an angelic face, intense blue eyes, black hair and a satin dress lace at knee height. -Who are you?" asked Sheila as she stood up and took one of her daggers always at hand. -There's nothing to be afraid of," assured the woman, "I am Raína. Soraia's aunt and the Counselor of the Kaxal vampire clan.

Her senses sharpened, every instinct telling her to run, to shift, to fight—but her body remained still, locked between terror and fascination. “What do you want with me?” she demanded. Maeron stepped inside, his presence filling the space like a shadow stretching across the room. The door closed behind him without him even touching it. “You were taken for a reason,” he said. “And now that you’re here, your true purpose can begin.” “My purpose?” she echoed, scoffing. “My purpose is to be with my mate. My husband. Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?” “I know exactly who Alexandro is,” Maeron said. “And I know what he plans to make of you. A Luna. A weapon. A queen.” He walked to the

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Alpha Ryan Damison I shake my head furiously as I feel my eyes shifting to black then back to my golden brown color. The focus of my retina keeps on changing as Dakota tries to take over my mind. A fight for control between me and my wolf which I am not willing to give. Focus. I want our mate. OUR MATE RYAN. Errr! I fall on my knees as I feel my vertebral column shifting into an animal's, the bones break then join again to change its shape.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

I immediately stood up and looked at the computer monitor. "Kenneth Morris De Jesus." That is the real name of Roxane's ex-boyfriend. "I need everything about him," I added. "Okay, sir, I’ll write it down and send it to your email," the Ligaya employee replied. "He might be the one to help us change Roxane," Vanna added while holding and pampering Ysay, who was busy playing on her mobile phone. "Daddy, I’m hungry," Ysay interjected with a pout.

She removed her hands, and I couldn’t help but find myself wrapping my right arm around myself, making the woman frown in confusion. She was about to open her mouth, but studying her expression, I couldn’t help but notice a darkness around her, an aura that I did not trust, but I was sure to keep a neutral expression. The woman was stopped by Renata walking toward us, standing between the two of us, her eyes wide with rage as I knew that she heard everything that Luna Claudia just said. “And you never saw Diego being happy with me, did you?” She asked, looking at Luna Claudia. She wrapped her hand around my arm.