Selena Quintanilla Religion Novels & Stories

Helena forgot she hadn't told her about how Selena died. "Do you know that Selena is actually not alive anymore? We will only meet her soul," said Helena. Silvana was silent. "Soul?" Helena nodded. "Her form is just like a shadow, but her face remains like her original body. Her soul was placed in a flower."

SELENA "My mother did not want an abortion...she found my grandfather and she told him about her relationship with my father and the way he was forcing her to abort. Of course, my grandfather would not stand by and let this happen. He stepped up and made my father take responsibility. He made him get married to my mother so I was not born out of wedlock"

With that, he hung up the call and turned to Selena. “Selena, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make this quick. I have sent your picture to my second sister, she will recognize you.” Selena nodded and entered the building. Once she was inside, she was notified that the party would be held on the second floor. When she got upstairs, she suddenly bumped into a woman who she happened to recognize. It was a famous star, Theresa Lopez. She used to play in a lot of romance, action and comedy movies. But five years ago, she mysteriously disappeared from the entertainment industry and nobody knew why.

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

SELENA "Selena, repeat after me," the officiant said, his voice clear and steady. My eyes darted from the diamond ring in my hand to the beaming face of Pedro, who never seemed to stop smiling. “I, Selena Leah Empress, take you, Pedro Joshua Lopez…” “I, Selena Leah Empress, take you, Pedro Joshua Lopez…” the words felt so foreign on my lips. “To be my husband, through the good times and bad. Through successes and struggles…”

Emala stood screaming at her with great anger, Perla looking at her coldly before she said "I knew you wouldn't believe me, but you would believe Selena, right?" Emala was terrified, her heart pounding with fear Xavier looked at Selena, who was looking at them nervously "Would you like to repeat the ritual, Selina?" She shook her head in agreement, and advanced to the place where Perla was standing, to close her eyes and begin to perform her rituals. Quite a bit of time passed, before she opened her eyes looking at Emala, who was begging her with her eyes to say that what that bitch said a while ago was just a lie.

RUDE AWAKENING Selena had lain on the bed and had already begun to slowly drift off into sleep when she heard the door creak open. Slowly she opened her eyes, heart already pounding and inspite of herself nearly gave a cry of alarm when her father's image filled the doorway. He brought one finger to his lips in time and gently shut the door. Selena scrambled off the bed, her back against the wall as her father advanced on her. She knew what was coming. It had happened before. The first and last time a boy from school had walked her home. It was his own way of absolving her of her sins. She wondered how his flock could not see that their priest was evil. A religious monster was exactly what h

Similar to her father-in-law, Selena was also not a religious person who believed in the miracle, but she hoped now it existed and help her friend to survive the death sentence. When she saw King Jayden Blackfrost raised his sword to cut Jeremiah head; for the first time in her life, Selena began to pray, ‘Dear Goddess, please help my friend Jemmy, he was innocent!’ she begged, ‘please, let the hormone work, let it work.’ Selena did not dare to look at the podium anymore, so she closed her eyes and continued to pray, ‘please Goddess, you already took my parents fifteen years ago, please don't take Jemmy too, I beg you!’ She cried.

Microphones were pointed their way as they walked towards their seat with Craig and Mathew guarding them. Once the noise had died down and everyone was seated, Selena felt nervous as she stared at all the eyes that were focused on her. Then she felt Gabriel holding onto her hand and she knew that she was going to be okay. “Hello, everyone. I am Selena Balkan, wife to Gabriel Balkan, granddaughter to Atlas Dila, and the daughter of Iris Adler and Joe Hendrix.” Selena said. The room became noisy with questions as shock took over the expressions of the reporters.

Emma Sinclair and Alia Hassan had stolen everything from him, and he would not rest until their names were erased from the earth. But in Spain, life refused to be erased. Valentina Rodriguez had built her empire on reinvention. Four marriages, four divorces, each one ending with her richer, more dangerous than before. Men underestimated her; women envied her. At fifty-one, she moved with the grace of a matriarch and the bite of a serpent. When her associate called from New York with news of a “miracle bride” who had survived the bullet meant to kill her, Valentina didn't hesitate. She immediately arranged transport, doctors, silence. To the world, Selena Monroe was dead. But to Valentina, sh