Ruby Jean Cruz Novels & Stories

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match

She smiled and looked back at me. "He's the one I was talking about," she smirked. "Come, let me introduce you." It was too late when what she said finally sunk into me. She managed to pull me. I formally addressed Santi. "This is Santiago Lopez," she smiled at me. "Santi, she is the face of Le Belle, Cianna Juarez." This is so awkward, this whole situation. Just now I was thinking about whether to talk to Santi or not. What should I say to him if I do? Nothing. That's why I decided to just ignore him. Even though it was impossible to do that with his presence.

Damian released her instantly, turning away. Adrian’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Sir, Mr. Crane is here to see you. He said it’s urgent.” Elena froze. Julian. Of course. Damian’s expression darkened. “Send him in.” “No,” Elena said quickly, stepping forward. “Please. Don’t—” But the door opened before she could finish, and Julian Crane strode in, all smug confidence and expensive cologne. “Ah, Mrs. Cross,” he said with a smirk. “Always a pleasure. You look tense. Trouble at home?”

"I have a girlfriend, Mrs. Cruz," Bruno laughed. "I know, honey, just in case..." she said with a sly smile. "It never hurts to keep an open opinion, no?" "Bruno and my friend Beauty belong together, Mrs. Cruz," Jessie cut in with a little more force than she intended. Mrs. Cruz giggled at Jessie's protectiveness. "Ay, Jessie, just being a nice tía (aunt), trying to find her sobrina (niece) a good match, that's all. Es mi deber como familia (It's my duty as family)."

“You came all the way here and waited for so long without letting her know. What is this for?” “I just want to see her happy.” Bobby put on his hat. … Jean’s grandma was asleep, and Jean was not sleepy. She looked at the busy young man in front of her. “How is your mom?” Cruz was unpacking the takeaway when he paused. “She died two years ago.” “I am sorry.” Cruz shook his head. “I should thank you. If it weren’t for you, she might not have survived that year.”

Juan Have you ever seen a woman so fucking beautiful with all that fucking curves she has? For me, that’s her. Stacey Cruz. From the instant I set my eyes on her, I felt a deep connection of lust, knowing she was meant to be the one I would fuck for the rest of my life. I believe no other man could fulfill her sinful needs like I can.