Ruby Jean Cruz Novels & Stories

"I owe all my success to my wife, Yvonne Baird. She is my greatest support and motivation." The barrage of comments kept appearing at the bottom of the screen. "I heard that when Mr. Cruz was 20 years old, he personally designed a blue diamond tiara for Ms. Baird. He said she was his queen." "When Ms. Baird was 23 years old, she was trapped under rubble after an earthquake. Mr. Cruz refused to believe she was dead and dug through the debris with his bare hands until his fingers were mangled just to save her." "We all know how important hands are to a designer, yet Mr. Cruz damaged his hand's muscles and nerves, rendering him unable to work on delicate details ever since."

(Vinnie here, he taught me to turn my pain into power. “Por favor, señora Cruz!” (Please, Mrs Cruz!) His eyes widened as the knife nicked at the skin slightly and a drop of blood rose to the surface. It wasn’t enough to cause any permanent damage, but it was enough to scare him. “¿Sabes lo poderosa que puede ser una mujer, dada la motivación correcta?” (Do you know how powerful a woman can be, given the right motivation?) I asked, tilting my head as I leaned closer to him. I tried to ignore the stench that emanated from him and focused on what I came here to do.

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.

she said. That word didn’t sit right. “What happened?” Sebastian asked. Cruz didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes drifted slightly, like she was pulling something back together. Then—“I got there first.” Ivy stilled. “Where?” Cruz looked at her. “The next piece.” Silence snapped tight. “What piece?” Ivy pressed. Cruz swallowed slowly. Then—“The one Elena didn’t tell you about.” That changed everything. Sebastian leaned closer. “What are you talking about?”

“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.”

Phoebe was shouted at Juan until he disappeared behind the pantry’s door. “You guys are still fighting every day, either in this office or outside this building. Aren’t you two bored with it?” said a woman who was currently walking towards Phoebe’s desk. “Did you see it, Christa? Juan’s behaviour was not good for my blood pressure. He kept making me got more wrinkles every day, gosh!” Phoebe was chirped to her senior. Christa is known as one of the division’s head at Unicorn’s Dream.

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

Ellaine figured out that there were still no jeepneys, tricycles, and cars. “What people of your world wanted here was antiquity. They loved the olden days and preserved them here.” Margarette said when she asked her why there were no vehicles. It was such a very good thing that pixies grow fast. Yntreia was already the size of a toddler when they were on their second day of their journey. She can already walk on her own and can speak a few words in English, save for the times she sang songs in her native tongue. Unfortunately, she got tired easily and slept most of the time that Ellaine still had to carry her.

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.