Selena Quintanilla Short Hair Novels & Stories

Selena curtsied gracefully and greeted, "Good day, Miss Quintina." Quintina continued to examine her closely. Selena was draped in a soft, pale green chiffon shawl over a nearly white silk dress, which accentuated her slender waist. Though still young, her presence exuded a delicate charm and allure. Such a perfectly shaped figure, such smooth, tender skin—she really is a little vixen! The sight of this radiant beauty only fueled Quintina's hatred, though she forced herself to suppress it for the moment. She waved Selena closer and said, "Come here. Let me have a look at you."

Long seconds passed before Selena heard the shaking and rumbling of the door which swung open. Betty popped her head around the door and in the second she realized it was Selena and Jenny, walked out with a smile. "Hi Jenny!, Hi Sely!" Betty hugged Selena first and then went to do the same with Jenny. She had long straight hair which reached her chest and wore printed rompers. "Is dad...." "Already sleeping" Selena began to ask but she cut her off with her sharp voice. "Okay!" She said. "How was......"

Stella turned back to the television, the only difference from the Selena she murdered and the one on the television was the blonde hair. Selena changed her hair color the moment she gained fame and didn't want to act like she was the previous Selena. Stella shook her head, to her it was totally impossible "dad this isn't Selena, look the lady is big time investor in the oil sector, Selena is none of that, she's just an uneducated poor girl." Mr Chancy glared at her for a while and walked away. Louis turned to her "I have this feeling that thus is Selena, the same one we all know that went missing."

It was a bright yet warm day, and just as the name of the restaurant, everywhere smelt like lilies and sweet. Selena was dressed in a white dress which stopped mid thigh with a chiseled neck and her wavy hair was packed up in a high ponytail. Her make up was light as usual, and she looked pretty and the fact that as she sat before me ranting, I couldn’t help but laugh so hard my tummy hurt. We talked about her day at the park, meeting Amber Quinn who had shot a text about wanting to meet later this evening or tomorrow evening as a double date and Selena had no idea on how to respond to her.

Luna Sierra's chiding tone only fuelled her irritation. Selena sat in the small carved wooden chair, staring down at her reflection in the small mirror. Blue eyes pierced blue eyes as she stared down at her twin image, their faces wincing and grimacing in unison. Her knee-length strands of night-black hair, whose knots had already been yanked out, hung limp around her face. "Stand up. You're being presented in five minutes."

Selena was wearing a golden dress, and her hair that was once brown was now fully white. So much had changed, not only her appearance. She was not the omega she once knew. If anything, it felt like she was a much different person now. Her hair flowed to her shoulders, and she had on heels as well, but they were not very tall though. She felt better knowing that the alpha was asleep, and she had decided within herself that she was going to come back early just because of him.

My eyes are glued to Selena. Although she is dressed up casually today for the travelling, different from usual days, she still looks breathtaking. Her hair is tied in a loose, messy bun with soft strands framing her face. Dressed up in a simple white top and rugged jeans with a headband, she looks so fucking beautiful that I want to eat her up right now. She’s glowing with excitement and the smile isn’t leaving her face. It’s heartwarming, really, to see her so happy over something as simple as a trip. She finds joy in the smallest things, and that thing about her is something I admire deeply.

She was still struggling with being on land, even as she was sat down, she still seemed on edge. Selena wore an asymmetrical gown that cascaded down her body, her hair was left open in soft curls she had paired it with a few jewels, she was taller than all of us being a vampire, so she wore small heels not wanting to tower over us. Her make up accentuated her high check bones, her lips glossy with her thick long dark lashes highlighting her beauty.

She gripped her hair, letting the strands curl around her fingers as she guided her against her, slowly and cautiously. A taste was not enough. She wanted more than that. She could feel the tight grip on her hair. The doctor was still in full control and she ached to take it away from her, ached to see her let loose for once. Selena brought her arms under her thighs, hooked her knees on her shoulders as she buried her head in between her legs, wanting more than a taste now.