Santana Lopez Romane & Geschichten

Only their hair is different because Selena has dark brown hair color, while the woman has blonde hair. "Selena..." Lorenzo muttered through his jaw tightened. Thousands of feelings of longing and emotions were bubbling up in his heart that made him almost want to bump into the woman to hug her. But the sharp gaze and angry expression from the woman made him stop wanting to embrace that slender body because it seemed that the woman wasn't Selena. She's just another person who happens to have the same face as Selena. "Let go of me you bastard, or I'll scream!" Krystal snapped harshly as she threw Lorenzo's hand away once more.

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 laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

"Scarlett." ******

Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

It reads. 'Jenny Vie Fernandez famously known in the entertainment world as ‘LUNA’, is the most renowned novelist, singer, and actress you could ever find. Born within the spotlight as the only daughter of the world’s famous musician and actor, her life full of awards and becoming the world’s renowned novelist was the life the people expected her about.

She had a see through towel tied at the waist and a dark shade hanging off her forehead. Santana on the other hand was wearing a green two piece and a long T shirt that is left open. She also had dark shade over her eyes, with her curly brown hair flowing down her shoulders. Joe had on a short and a short sleeve shirt that he left open to reveal his delicious pecs and abs. "Honey, relax, I am sure she will be here soon." As if brought down by Santana words the lift opened to reveal Kathleen looking so hot in her two piece pink suit that it left her friends' jaw on the floor.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.