Selena Zayn の小説・ストーリー

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“But I still don’t remember you.” Valentina staggered back as if struck. “No. Valerie….” Selena’s voice rose, cutting her off. “Don’t call me that! Not anymore.” Her chest heaved, her voice breaking. “My name is Selena Monroe.” Valentina’s mask slipped, fury tightening her face. “You are making a mistake, niña. A mistake that will cost you everything.” Selena’s hands clenched at her sides. “Or maybe it will give me back what I lost.”

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

She must have an explanation for why she woke up in a hotel room, naked with her own virginity blood on the bed. What would the public think? There may be paparazzi around. This was so shameful. Actually, Selena Davi was a world wide celebrity. She was a popular actress and one of the most beautiful and wealthiest stars out there. She just recently won an award for her new movie shoot,'Light in the day' last night and she and Sophia had gone to celebrate in the club. They had gone to celebrate her three awards in a row for the same movie she got a role in.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Shocked gasps and hushed profanities came from the pack. “Now I understand that this may be a shock, as it was rumoured that the line of Selena was abolished long ago. Some of you may choose to not believe. However, it has been confirmed and tested over the past few days that Zelena, your Luna, bares the mark of the Moon Goddess and is the new chosen daughter”.

I began, again no interruptions, just silence. "Zelena is the last known female descendant of Selena, the first chosen daughter of the Goddess. She bears the mark of the Moon Goddess and harnesses her powers as well. Zelena is the newborn Triple Goddess”.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

he asked into the phone. "What's Selena up to?" asked Miranda Haylock, Zachary's mother. "I tried to call her, but her phone was switched off. Are you two together? "Your father attended an auction today and bought her a really large blue diamond. I heard that it's one-of-a-kind, and there's only one like it in the entire world. Find some time to bring Selena home so we can see if she likes it!

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.