Ruby Jean Cruz Novels & Stories

John had already taken the initiative to prepare a small glass of wine using the decanter. He handed the glass of wine over Joey Cruz. "I've seen Mr. Cruz wine tasting workshops on the tv I'm very impressed by your expertise in this field and we would be honored to see you in action." As he announced with a large smiles. Joey Cruz to the wine and smiled. "You're being too nice". Mr. Yan began to get impatient. "Mr. Cruz please take a taste. I want this ignorant thugs to know that they messed up with the wrong person today."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

“Maya,” she said brightly, “this is Rhysand. Rhys, this is Maya de Cruz. Founder and creative director of Cruz Atelier. I told you, didn’t I? She’s a genius.” I wanted to laugh. Because if there was one thing worse than being forced to meet the man you once left before sunrise, it was being praised in front of him by his very beautiful, very innocent fiancée. I stood. My smile appeared automatically. “Mr. Bernadi,” I said, holding out my hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

"Eliza Kraus, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Crux, and I'm come to claim your life if you don't protect yourself." The adversary laughed madly; hearing the term Crux made Eliza scowl in terror, yet she felt safe. Crux, is one of the world's most notorious serial killers. But why was she feeling so secure despite the fact that she knew she had no hope of survival?

"Why don't you enjoy here, pick a woman. Your wife is not here, she'll never know. You only live once!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Monte Cristo. It looks like he's already drunk. They've been drinking since six o'clock." Mr. Cruz scratched his head.. "It's okay Mr. Cruz," he said. "Hi!" They were surprised when someone interrupted them. He looked and it was Emery. She quickly sat down next to him. All of their investors looked at her. She looks daring with her red bodycon dress. "Our beautiful Ambassadress! You look sexy and hot!" said Mr. Cruz.

Unbeknownst to her, the hush of the theatre seemed to heighten her presence; her long chestnut hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward, intent, almost holding her breath at certain lines. Bianca had always loved theatre; she had read and re-read the works of Arthur Miller and Tennessee Williams while she was working for her father, standing behind the counter, when there was no great work. Quiara Alegría Hudes was one of her present favourites. And watching her animated face, St Just was struck once again by her multi-faceted personality. Bianca Cruz was not just a lovely woman and the woman he loved, along with his errant brother; no, she was a deeply passionate, intelligent w

Cruz. Celestina Madrigal was born wealthy, she's very pretty too. Despite their financial status she did not hesitate to make friends with me. She is the daughter of the Mayor of Gasan. Celestina's father was one of the richest and influential men in Marinduque, where she inherited his many businesses and ventures at a young age. Nieva is an avid and active member of the Catholic Women's Club and is known for her contributions to arts and culture as well as her involvement in civic organizations.

(RIDE TO ITALY… midnight) Cruz's breathing was wild, as he walked back into the main lounge of a private jet, looking sweaty all over, in a light vest and shorts, his fist reddened, like he had just returned from a punching feast. His gaze stopped at the lady, who was cradled in a seat, her eyes closed like she was asleep, with a bottle of Bacardi rum, held tightly in her left hand. Her heels were gone, and her long blonde hair was scattered all over her face, some strands even fell between her plum cherry red lips "The lady had...."

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.”

JB's forehead furrowed for a moment. "Why? Did the directors make it difficult for both of you?" "No, it's just that this junkass saw his long-time crush. Remember Celestina Heuvelton? Our university’s campus muse? A fucking gorgeous girl joined Miss Manila?" Elyano asked. JB's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the girl his friend was talking about. "Ah! I remember," he snapped when he remembered the girl. "What about her?" he asked curiously.