Sara Pezzini Novels & Stories

Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa had sent an address of where we’d all meet, which I assumed was his company and office. It wasn’t as big as I expected, but on the inside, the building was a bit too luxurious for its plain exterior. “I’m here to see Mr. Scarpa. I’m Montana Rossi,” I said to the first lady I saw behind the receptionist’s table. “Excuse me for one moment, Ms. Rossi.” She arched her eyebrow slightly as I stood boldly before her. Do I have a reason to fear? I came for a job, that’s all. Mr. Scarpa was a good man and he was my last resort here in Italy.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Zara Pearson was very beautiful, and her beautiful eyes held a captivating shade of violet, making her look ethereal and enchanting. She was born into a wealthy family and had a privileged upbringing. Her family was the fourth-wealthiest in the country. One day, Zara’s friends did a 90-day challenge. They placed a bet that whoever won Payton’s heart would win two tickets to the most prestigious Cape Town International Jazz Festival. Zara had a crush on Payton's best friend, Maddox Carson. However, Maddox never even glanced at her. She had sent him several love letters, but he never responded.

Yosef did not seem to notice her in the crowd, his eyes following Ophite's words until they rested on Sarah. "This is Ms. Weber, the business manager for the Schmidts." It was just as Zara suspected. She had thought Sarah was just another one of Stefan's companions, but she was actually the business manager. Sarah approached Yosef with confidence, her looks alluring and her smile even more captivating. "Hello, Mr. Webb, it's been a while," she said. Somehow, those words filled the air with a flirtatious vibe. Yosef shook her hand.

It was a compromising situation and it could have happened to anyone, Maria concluded, kicking her shoes off. She had ordered a mini pizza on her way home, now she just had to sit and not overthink. She, however, failed. Maria had a trait of overly analyzing her every move and criticizing the things she did that can't be undone. Growing up with the mindset that all things had to fall in place, this trait of hers could be cut. It's been almost a week since her arrival in the USA and she had nothing to show for it. No broadway personalities, no auditions or casting calls...yet. It would be completely absurd to tell her employers at A.C.E about her wanting this, it would make her seem like she

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

I know I didn’t want her sparring against Danni before, but fuck, he’s looking like the better choice right now. “You boys continue chatting. I’ll be over here,” she waves dismissively at us both and moves over to Richie, who looks at me with a silent question asking if it’s ok to proceed. If I don’t let her spar, I’ll get an ear full of it right here. She’ll be pissed off if I pull her back and say no, but I have to trust her, right? She was training to be the Beta of Liverpool. I know she participated in regular training, so I shouldn't worry that she won't be able to handle herself.

she yelled all the frustrations and madness she have within. "I was born from the sprouting lies they engraved in my mind! Their greed made me suffer for a long time! I was blaming myself for being weak, for being not enough, for trying my best to fit it. I was fucking thriving every day when I woke up and then denounce myself for being born feeble. Yet now, the truth was fucking blowing me in the pits of enlightenment. I'm... I'm in deep rage, Aurora." "I know, Tatiana." Without the force binding her, Tatiana can freely move. She wipes her tears dry but there's still a whimper that fled from her mouth no matter how she restraints it.

And so does the girl standing in front of it, luggage at her feet. She turns around, hearing me nearing her. "Can I help you?" I ask her, one hand already gripping my phone, ready to call for help. "I'm looking for the Rossi twins." I nod at her as I near a bit more. "Right, I figured as much. But why is it that you are looking for them?" "My name is Sara. Sara Rossi. I'm their wife."