Selena Grave Novels & Stories

I don't know what will happen tonight, it's only been two weeks since I start to portray the identity of Selena Asli Castania- the only heiress of Casti Design, a leading furniture manufacturing company in the country. Selena Asli Castania is not a fake identity created for this mission because she's real. She's the real daughter of Castania couple, unfortunately, she died because of heart failure about six months now. She was diagnosed with having a weak heart at the age of six that's why she was sent abroad to live in isolation hoping that it will make her live longer. But not everything can be manipulated by money, she still dies despite what her parents did for her.

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

I explained, finding it odd that I was actually able to speak of her. "Then what happened to Selena?" Leah pushed. "No one knows." Ian responded as I opened my mouth to explain the same. "After the thousand-year war, Selena disappeared from the face of the earth. No one has heard of her since." "Has Kelvin mentioned anything about her to you?" Leah asked. "You seem to be quite close to him." "She was killed." I responded. "During the war, the wolves managed to trap and hang her. But she was also supposed to have left a curse on this world. "

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

Her long hair was now a mess and drenched in cold sweat. Darkness began to invade Selena's body, which drooped limply under the body of the big man who was spewing cum in her pussy. Cedric's howls of sighs were faintly audible, but she was sure he was satisfied with the pain she was feeling. Grief filled every fiber of her body, holding a weight that was too heavy to carry. Selena tried to regain some air, but her breathing remained intermittent. Her heartbeat felt like a drum that was constantly beating, creating a tragic rhythm that accompanied her downward spiral.

Good enough the men were smart enough to have dumped the corpse of a mad woman who died on the streets in the grave. Stella left the house in a couple of minutes to meet them and they reopened the grave, the face and body was almost a skeleton but it was still the same wedding gown so to her, it was totally obvious that Selena was truly killed. She smiled to her self. "Could it be that she has a look alike?" She thought. Stella wanted to meet this Selena whom parts of her life was kept a deep secret, it seemed like most people didn't know much about her.

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Selena's attempts to undermine our connection only fueled my determination to protect him. Selena's fingers continued their dance, skillfully unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Her touch was seductive, calculated to create a false sense of intimacy. "I'm here for you, Rowland," she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper. "I want to take care of you, to mend your wounds. Let me be the one who understands you."

Her face was enough to let me know this. “I know that. I will talk to Gianna for sure. And regarding the mark, let it be. We don’t know anything about it for the time being. Gianna had a rough past. I don’t want my sister to be agitated about anything. I hope I made myself clear, Miss Selena…?” I said and took a pause. Selena understood and nodded reaching out her hand to me for a handshake uttering her full name, “Selena Dark.” I took her hand for a short second and instantly Viviana’s face flashed in front of my eyes. Her body was lying lifelessly over the ground with blood trailing down from all the openings. I withdrew immediately and stepped into the car.