Selena Quintanilla Pictures Novels & Stories

he urged him Not knowing what to expect, he looked at the pictures, they were pictures of Selena. She had taken a pic with a mystery man. Another picture of her rubbing her bump “was she pregnant for someone else, was that why he had not seen her for almost four months now” the last picture broke his heart, it was a wedding picture of Selena and a man, the man looked rich and affluent just what her father would want. His heart shattered into a million pieces even though he kept a brave front.

Suddenly, an image of Selena in the black sequined dress she wore for the dinner flashed in my head and I stopped walking for a while before I collected myself and I kept on moving. Lily took a picture of her when she wasn't looking then she sent it to me and I was utterly speechless when I saw the picture. She looked dazzling and I was more shocked because I had never seen her like that. Ever since I became the Alpha of the pack, all I’d ever seen Selena do was fight, train or accompany me to wars against other packs. She never wore dresses or make-up, she didn't even have a girl group that she always hung out with among the soldiers so she was alone most of the time but sometimes, I would

It's so charming. Damian: Aren't you going to send me a nude picture of you? Selena sent a photo that initially made Damian smile mischievously. However, when he saw the photo, it was just a picture of Selena's face. She was taking a selfie with the sunset in the background. Selena smiled sweetly in the photo. "Oh, just looking at the photo of her face is driving me crazy," Damian cursed as he continued to look at Selena's face and smiled at Selena's sweet smile.

“I tried to warn you about putting all that hot salsa on your chimichanga.” Selena smiled. “You did, but it was good. I’m going to bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Selena walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. After closing the door, she raised her shirt and pulled down her shorts. As she squatted on the commode, her heart jumped in her throat as she stared at the blood in her underwear.

For a moment, just a moment, they were as they had been—two halves of a whole, perfect in their unity. Then Selena's purse slipped from where it was tucked beneath her arm. She caught it reflexively, but not before it opened, a small photograph fluttering to the floor. Panic flashed across her face as she quickly bent to retrieve it, but Victor was faster. He scooped up the photo, his eyes narrowing as he took in the image—a small boy, perhaps four years old, with dark curls and a gap-toothed smile. "Give that back," Selena demanded, her voice suddenly sharp with fear.

Louisa took out her mobile phone to show her, "You are trending on the net.." Selena took the phone an image of she and Rufus with a : Selena Habsburg's new lover? In the picture, Rufus was dressed in a suit, his large hand gently resting on the back of her head as he held her tightly in his arms. Their poses were close and it really seemed like they were a couple! The photo was not of high resolution, with Rufus' face lowered and his features not captured. Only half of Selena's face was visible, making it difficult for others to recognize her. However, those who were familiar with her could easily identify her at first glance.

As she felt the slow burn in her throat and the sweet warmth on her cheek at the spot where the young woman had kissed her, she shook her head, “Selena, I can’t do—” Selena hushed her, angrily looking into her eyes, “Don’t talk. Please. I just need you to be quiet, doctor.” She stood beside her, giving her a full view of the short peach colour dress she was wearing. She extended her hand towards her, desperately waiting for her to hold her.

Although Selena deemed that Gabriel's house was the opposite of heaven, she still preferred being with a devil who never pretended with his attitude toward her, then the ones who claimed to love her but had stabbed her in the back. Selena went over to her closet, grabbed her favorite suitcase, dropped it on the floor, opened the lid, and started dumping everything that she treasured into the bag. It took her a while to decide on what to keep and what to leave. But the one thing Selena did not hesitate to pack in her suitcase was a photo of her mother that her father had given to her as a present when she was five that she had held onto for years. Once the bag was full and Selena felt satisfi

The lights were off, and the sun had already set beneath the rain clouds. I pushed open the smaller door on the left side of the study, then walked in, closing it behind me. I turned the lights on, and leaned back on the door. Five years worth of pictures and paintings graced the walls. Pictures of my very own Selena. Her laughing, her at the gym. Her smiling up at me right after she took that knife to the face that had given her that scar. I gave a small laugh. I am crazy. I know I am. But I am fine with being crazy. As long as it is her. My jaws clenched tight as my eyes fell on the most recent one. She had been smiling, her hair floating across her face.

I stormed into the booth. Flynn froze in his seat, a stack of photos slipping from his fingers. Two nude strippers knelt between his legs. I registered the images scattered across the glass table. Dozens of photos of Selena. Award ceremonies. Grocery runs. And at the top, her by a pool, red hair piled high, purple bikini clinging to curves that hadn’t softened in exile. Water droplets traced the swell of her breasts. A wave of possessiveness and fury crashed over me, so intense it made my skin crawl. I glared at the strippers, who had both turned to look at me. "Get the fuck out!"