Salma Hayek Race Novels & Stories

Anda woke up to the buzzing outside her door. It looked like everyone was busy doing something. She didn't even bother to go for breakfast because she woke up late and once you missed a meal in the Royal Palace, you are not getting it privately for yourself. She pulled out different snacks from her bag and sat on her bed watching the live stream Race that happened last night in New York. She missed New york. She couldn't wait to be able to travel in and out of the country on a pretend buisness.

“Mia.” I stopped and turned toward the voice. Josefina, Aléjandro and Rei’s mother, was headed in my direction. Her orange outfit billowed around her slender body, and her gold jewelry reflected the lights within, a lovely contrast to her golden-brown complexion. In that second, I realized who she looked like to me—Salma Hayek. She was equally as beautiful and dressed as elegantly. Despite her youthful appearance, Josefina held herself in a welcoming, motherly way that also said she was in control. No doubt it took a strong woman to care for a dangerous husband and two equally dangerous sons.

“Wait...Is this beauty a race car driver? No way! She looked so gentle when she got cut off on the road." “Why not? Just because she's gentle doesn't mean she can't race. Maybe she's soft in life, but fierce on the track." “Exactly. Some people are quiet off stage, but once the spotlight hits, they shine like stars!" Soon after, a short video surfaced. In the footage, Amelia stepped out of a race car, slowly taking off her helmet. Her thick, black hair tumbled down like a silk waterfall. She gave a gentle shake of her head, her hair swaying softly. She glowed with elegance and power.

Her smile was warm and direct. "Emily Lothan," she said. She crossed the room to me and extended her hand. "Congratulations. I watched the race from the hospitality suite. The move on Hoffman at turn seventeen was extraordinary." Her handshake was firm and her eye contact was steady. I shook her hand. "Isabella," I said. "I didn't know you'd be in Singapore." "I was in Hong Kong for a brand event." She released my hand. "When I saw the race result I rerouted. Gerald nearly had a stroke." She glanced back at Gerald who responded with the

The bell echoed inside, and I shifted on my feet, rehearsing what I'd say. 'Baby, I'm sorry. Let's work through this.' But when the door swung open, it wasn't Emily's bright smile waiting for me. It was Salma's. Emily's mom. Holy shit! Salma was in her mid-forties, but she looked like she could grace the cover of a magazine. Latino heritage gave her this warm, olive skin that glowed under the light, full lips painted a deep red, and dark hair cascading in loose waves down her back. But it was her body that hit me like a freight train.

She would not have entered the car race this time if it had not been for Hanson. Her father’s favorite sport had always been auto racing. She used to enjoy watching her father race and thought he was very cool. As soon as she learned how to race and won the championship several years in a row, she got married, and her father passed away. The shock and loss had killed her joy of racing. Sandy might not have gone racing if she had not asked for her help the last time. It was finally race day. Ivanka purposefully changed her makeup today so that no one could tell who she was.

The guy seemed smitten by her. We used to say Scarlett wasn't attractive, but lack of care caused it. Now that she was cared for, she looked stunning. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I wasn't saying this because of the mate bond. She had gained some weight, and she looked voluptuous. Everything about her could drive a man crazy. Gregory was being sleazy by trying to sell the western dream to her. She was smart enough not to reveal her bloodline, but she was obviously a southerner. Her tanned skin and dark wavy hair said it all. Gregory was sleazy. He knew northern and southern women were suppressed by the culture, and every woman's dream was to have some power. It was a

“Yes, we originated from the same place, but so what? I don’t have a good impression of your race.” Selma knew about their wrongdoings, so she did not like them very much. Ariadna almost rolled her eyes. She glanced furtively at her people. Fortunately, they were not listening or they would be fuming. Although Ariadna agreed with Selma because she thought so too, she could not betray her family in this situation. “Among the four unique races, which one are you? One of the two unknown races or the snake people?” Since Selma spoke so directly, Arianda simply asked without guessing.

Her goal was to convince Nora Fatehi to compete in the international race. She'd been hounded all day by Jin and Ken Marsh. At the dinner table, when Chloe Bishop brought up the international race, Nora Fatehi calmly reached over and felt her forehead. "You don't have a fever." Chloe Bishop took her hand. "Sister Nora, we're serious." Nora Fatehi looked around and saw Chloe Bishop, Jade, Gwen Grayson, Jake Tully, and the others all staring at her with burning anticipation. Only then did she realize they weren't joking.

The sequence of events stunned the Space Race’s Lord. Before James could speak, Dahlia stepped forward, clasped her hands, and said, “I’m Dahlia Laoise from the Human Race.” “Humans?” The Space Race’s powerhouses stared at James and Dahlia. Dahlia nodded and said, “I heard that the Space Race was in trouble and came to help.” “Then, who is this man?” Haestra looked at James warily. He had sensed James’ Chaos Power and was sure he was from the Doom Race. What was a Doom Race man doing with a Human Race woman? The Human Race hated the other major races.