Novel & Cerita Selen Garcia

She didn’t even know why she cried. “Margarette, please tell me what this is all about so I can help.” “I’m helpless. We’re hopeless.” The grief in her voice was too thick it shot right through Ellaine’s heart. “I can’t understand. Calm down, please.” “Estelel is my sister.” Margarette could’ve thrown a bomb at Ellaine but won’t surprise her as she did by her statement. “Yes, Ellaine. Believe it or not, the Virsathen tree is my sister.” Margarette cried.

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Just as she was wallowing in sadness, Maximo Santino suddenly turn to her. " Do you have any show in Russia this week? " Giovanna who's a renown model grin happily. " Of course, twice. Modelling for a new project for my company. What's the deal? " She asked eagerly. " Well,I will let you know after iris manage to get into konstantin's lair and settled down without a complain. You will play a big part too in this Giovanna so be prepared " The beautiful model had to gulped down nervously before nodding in agreement.

The elegant woman was dressed in a chic but homely dress, her long, lush raven hair was slightly curled at the ends which made her look both classy and casual at the same time and were spread lazily over her shoulders. This woman was the former queen of the modeling industry, Supermodel Nina Jonas, now Nina Jonas Walters, the Young Mistress of the Walter's family, beloved wife of Justin Walters, Mother of Emma Walters, the princess of the Walter's family and my, Selena's best friend, sister and boss, the largest shareholder of Globe Entertainment. Selena took off her coat and handed over to the serving maid standing beside her and gestured for her to hang it as she casually sat beside Nina a

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

“Just us.” “Hi,” Liv replied. “Come on up, guys.” Selena arrived first, her dark eyes checking Liv out for signs of sleeplessness or stress. Her dark hair was chin-length and curly, her body fit and toned. She was a triathlete and competitive marathoner and every waking moment not spent at work was spent in the gym, the pool, the track. Her keen intelligence shone bright out of those eyes, and her wit was fast and funny.

Mabel said politely, flashing the company credit card at the doorman, "under the name Greyson Elliot." The doorman nodded, "your 10 o clock is here, Vivienne," he said into a walkie talkie before ushering us towards a blue velvet sofa. We'd barely sat down when a bottle blonde in an impossibly tight black pencil skirt and a pair of shoes so obviously designer even I knew they cost more than most people's monthly rent with patent leather and the signature red sole came tottering towards us. "Mabel," She beamed enveloping Mabel in a tight hug. "And this gorgeous young lady must be Zoe?"

“Thank you, you may go.” Samantha's swiftness when heading for the door, reminded me of my Eliana. When she's mad at me or hell-bent on avoiding me, she becomes so swift and sneaky. Truth is, everything and almost everyone reminded me of Eliana. No, I always find ways to bring Eliana into the picture of whatever I'm doing and whenever. My phone rang and I was certain it was Camilla, except it wasn't. “Boss, the lady Garcia is at your home right now.” Seb's voice buzzed from the other end. “Miss Garcia seems to be packing up to leave. Do I intervene?”