Roxana Castellanos Joven Novels & Stories

A strong gut feeling stirred her curiosity about Roxanne's identity, so she smiled and tested the waters with a couple of probing questions. "Andre, who's this lady?" For once, Andre fell silent as if weighing how exactly he should introduce Roxanne. Roxanne's expression remained calm and unbothered, even pleasant. She extended a friendly hand toward Caitlin. "I'm Roxanne, Mr. Spencer's college classmate. I'm currently in the middle of a divorce, so I came to ask him for help. I didn't expect him to be moving today. What unfortunate timing." Her words snapped Andre out of his daze. Guilt briefly passed through his eyes as he glanced at Roxanne, but he soon followed her lead and introduced th

Jaxon had a smug look on his face while Drexton remained deadpan. "Who do you three even think you are? What do you take me for, your puppet whom you can order anytime you want and make me do as you please? My name is Ixora Castellan, not little thief or play pet. You want your broken cup of coffee without replacing my mini-keytar. Drexton Blackthorn, go and rot in hell!" She gave him her middle finger. His eyes turned dark, and in the next second, he was in front of her. His big palm grabbed her arm roughly.

Don Celestine says in his voice. “Okay, who is it?” They look at the front door just as a woman wearing a red pant suit and a black tank top underneath steps in. Her hair is tied back not a single strand loose. Her blue eyes shimmer as she gets closer. Roxanne. She pulls a chair placing her bag on top of the table casually. A sly smile spreads on her coated lips as she looks at me. “You worked closely with her and from the success of you two cooperating we thought she was the best woman for the job,” Don Hurio says. But the shock has really not settled in.

He immediately raised the small iron cage and gently comforted her, "Don't cry; from now on, we'll have a pair of rabbits together!" Roxana Nelson opened her eyes wide, filled with mist, and her serene and adorable demeanor made his heart tighten. Her tender face, wet with tears, seemed even more beautiful. The curve of her rosy lips showed her sadness, and her smooth and radiant complexion was enough to make anyone tremble. With the tears streaming down, Richard Harris spoke even more gently, "Roxana, look, catch it for me!"

Her phone started to ring, it was Ann. Ann is a morning person. She saw the message Roxana sent her the previous night. “Hello Ann”Roxana yawned. “Rosie, I saw your message. Hope you are fine now?”Ann asked. She was scared when she saw the message and the tins Roxana sent it. “I am fine, I just got access to the house, I was asked to stop at the gate at midnight,”Roxana said. “It’s good you got there safely”. Roxana was moving into the main building as she conversed with Ann.

As she sat beside the older woman in the large car, she noticed Proserpina’s hand snaking down to her belly in a protective manner. Puzzled, she realised that she had had the self-same habit when she was carrying Xander… Roxanne’s mouth formed an O of surprise. Proserpina DeLano, the Mafia Don’s Woman, was carrying what had to be her eleventh child! Just then, Proserpina turned to her, about to say something. Noting the expression on the younger woman’s face, Proserpina blushed. Then she leaned forward and said in an urgent whisper,

And the video, not a photograph, actually footage appears on the screen. I watch. Texas disappears toward the bathroom, Roxana sits alone, she looks around, not frightened, thinking, she notices the emergency exit. She hesitates, just for a second, then she stands, a waiter interrupts her, smiling, she smiles too, the water leaves, she looks over her shoulder, then walks towards the emergency exit. Open the door, leaves. The footage changes, outside, she doesn't run, doesn't panic, she doesn't look like someone escaping kidnappers. She simply keeps walking.

Outline Setting In the contemporary world, Mexico Main Characters Catalina Diaz Catalina is a smart, beautiful woman in her mid-twenties but yet unhappy as she had lost her parents and the only solace she had left her at the alter. She is about five feet six inches with a brooding personality till she met Andre Moreno. Andre Moreno

And just when I thought the call would go unanswered, I heard a voice. A deep male voice. “Mr. Moreno?” I asked quickly, sitting forward in my chair, until my head was over the table. I lowered my voice, now realizing the police in the station had likely been bought. “Yes,” he answered. Relief rushed through me. “This is Rosa,” I said quickly. “Rosa Castillo.” There was a brief pause on the other end before he spoke again. “From the Castillo ranch?” I pursed my lips. “Yes. I need your help.”

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******