Selena Quintanilla Religion Novels & Stories

"I'm the family disappointment—went into architecture instead of hostile takeovers." "Selena Jesus-Kingland," she said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but didn't try to prove anything. "Jesus," he said, like he was tasting the name. "That's beautiful. Hebrew origin?" "Spanish, technically," Selena said. "My parents weren't particularly subtle with their faith." Alexander's eyes held actual humor. "You know you're staring at that ceiling like it personally betrayed you, right?" Selena glanced up. The detailing was heavy-handed—too much gold leaf, no sense of proportion, the kind of thing that looked expensive and soulless simultaneously.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

“I guess you should save whatever you want to say then.” I turned away, heading to my seat while Leonard stopped him from getting any closer to me. “Who’s she?” I heard the crowd murmur. I am Selena, the once naive church girl who didn’t know much about this sinful world. But now she’s here, not as that petite innocent lady, but as a lady thirsty for revenge, I murmured within myself. Lorenzo kept staring at me from where he sat, his eyes locked on mine, pleading to be heard, but I looked away. He already lost that soft girl he knew the moment he confessed to killing my parents without any remorse in his eyes.

After they parted ways in Star Kingdom, she never saw him again. Selena stepped forward, bowed, and greeted Nova, “Master!” Then, she turned to Amadi. “Hello, Master Amadi.” “Hello, Miss Selena!” Amadi also responded politely. “Selena, why are you looking for me? Have you encountered problems during your cultivation?” Nova asked. “Master, I...” Selena glanced at Amadi, hesitating to speak. “It’s okay! Tell me. Amadi can be regarded as a semi-disciple in the Iridescent Sect anyway. Back then, his mother was one of the seven high priestesses of the previous batch, and you are one of the seven high priestesses of this batch.”

As I expected, there were several articles about today's game, I went to a website that always posted gossip and it said: "The heart of the cool-cat Hunter Blanco has finally been hooked. The ace once again dedicated his goal to the girl, and this time he did something big: he showed off his jersey from under the team shirt that read ‘Happy Birthday Selena’ in Spanish. So the lucky one is Selena, girls. It looks like she's a Spaniard from the Americas. We just haven't seen who the lucky one is yet; who will be the mystery girl, huh? And he even commented on it after the match: 'I like her very much.' That’s quite a bold act of declaration. Don't you think? We could all be Selenas."

Upon seeing Lord Croyso and Miranda enter, her face changed, and she turned away as if trying to hide. Lord Croyso’s face darkened at the sight of Selena’s injuries. He strode over in two quick steps, supporting her as he demanded sharply, “Selena, who did this to you?” Selena lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “Father, just let it go. Miss Quintina is a daughter of the queen’s family; we can’t afford to offend her. This time, I unintentionally angered her, but I’ll be more careful in the future. Please don’t let this trouble you anymore.”

Written by Victor Olusa ''Show some respect Stan'' Sela said as I refused to bow down before pictures of two people I never met before. She says they were my parents and they were both gods. I reluctantly knelt down and kowtow three times before standing up and dashing out of the house without saying a goodbye to Sela. I was pissed off. She makes me worship them everyday for the past 17 years of my life. Trash I don't need their guidance, I can take care of myself. I need no god's protection, I myself am a god like she always say anytime she tells me the story of the great battle between the angels of Lucifer and the gods. I choose not to believe in any damn religion. She told me am a god no

She is sexy as fuck, yes, but do I really want her? “I think you are only saying that because you are fucking scared, Santino. You don’t want to get attached to her. But you know what? I’m not going to miss out on her all because of you and your fucking doubts.” Maximo glares at me and turns around, only to stop. “If you don’t want her, it’s fine, but I do and when I have her all to myself, don’t come and join us.” “You know she will never feel fully complete unless we are both with her. Her soul will still be yearning to fill up that void,” I grit out because I know it’s the truth.

Victoria’s maiden name was Wilcher. This could be a problem, Bruce thought as he examined Victoria’s tense posture. “My people were from Ireland,” Selena said proudly. “For the exception of a few, most of us were reared Roman Catholic. We even had Chris Jr. christened by Father Burch.” “I understand religious tradition in families, Selena,” Victoria said respectfully. “Bruce? Catherine? With such vast differences in your religious backgrounds, what have you decided to tell your future children about their beliefs?” Bruce tried not to look surprised by the question.

"I have this feeling that Selena likes you more than you know." "It's all in your head." I chuckled softly. "That's not possible. She and I are like siblings, and what I feel for her is purely platonic." She sneered, her mouth turning down. "Not convinced. Have you seen how she looks at you?" Laughing, I loaded the items into our shopping basket and held her hand as we headed to pay for the items. "Vespa, Selena, is a priestess and the daughter of the moon goddess. Priestesses don't get married."