Novelas y relatos de Selina Hayes

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

Iris For a long moment, I just stare at the television, completely dumbfounded. “It appears that this new artist, who calls herself ‘Flora’, has a bone to pick with our lovely Luna-to-be,” the news anchor says, shaking her head with a sigh. “I mean, what could she possibly dislike about Selina?” The other anchor scoffs. “I have no words. Selina is a kind, charitable woman who any citizen of Ordan should be proud of…”

I padded across the room and opened the door slowly. Standing at the door was Selina, her silver hair gleaming under the soft hallway light, styled into elegant waves that framed her graceful face. She looked stunning as always—poised, confident, and glowing with the kind of calm that only came from years of experience and strength. She wore a fitted dark green coat over a soft cream blouse, her pants perfectly tailored, and her boots clicking softly against the floor. She always carried herself like royalty, like nothing in the world could ever shake her.

Julian chuckled softly, but for once, he didn’t push her further. Selena was in the middle of relaxing her red face when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, frowning at the sight of an unfamiliar number. Hesitant, she picked it up and answered cautiously. "Hello?" "Good afternoon, Miss Selena Frost," a polished voice greeted her. "This is Maya Henderson, a senior producer at Horizon Productions. We're a media company known for producing in-depth documentaries about inspiring individuals. We're reaching out to discuss a potential project highlighting your journey in the industry."

, placing a kiss on my forehead. He then introduced me to the doctor, who led us down the hallway to a room. Opening the door, I walked in, and a very pretty but very sick-looking blonde-haired girl was lying in the bed. She smiled when she saw me enter the room. Sitting up, she held out her hand to me. "You must be Luna. I'm so happy to meet you." I shook her hand gently, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you, too." i stood there holding on to her hand studying her my heart was breaking as the realisation set in that i would be ending this lovely sweet girls life.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

Selena's gaze seemed to be evaluating a worthless product. Heather frowned. "Ms. Huntington, I am a secretary at Elkin Group." Selena sneered, "Would Uncle Ty bring a secretary here? Heather Sutton, do you dare to say that you haven't slept with him?" "You know me?" Heather was surprised. Selena actually knew her name! "Let me introduce myself. I'm Selena Huntington. I know you were with Craig before." Jealousy swirled in Selena's eyes. Seeing Heather in person made her realize that the former was far more beautiful than she appeared in photos.

Employees greeted each other with polite smiles, but beneath the professionalism, Elara sensed something shifting. Selina was already seated at her desk. She looked flawless, elegant as always in a fitted black dress, her dark hair falling perfectly over one shoulder. A charming smile curved across her lips the moment she saw Elara approach. But her eyes were different today. Sharper. Colder. Predatory. “Good morning, Elara,” Selina said smoothly, her voice coated in sweetness that felt rehearsed rather than genuine. “I hope you’re prepared for today. It might become… exhausting.”

She would never sign the dissolution papers. Watching the color drain from my face, Selina laid out her chip. "I know a very powerful witch. She can use magic to forge a body identical to yours. That body would pass even the highest-level DNA test and magical tracing. It would fool Cassian and everyone else. But making it takes time. Five months, at most." "Why would you help me?" I stared her down. "Because I want Hailey to be the next Luna," Selina said, not bothering to hide her ambition. "As long as you're alive, Hailey has no legitimate claim. Only when you're truly dead does the position open up."

"I am. I just need you to look something up." "Sure. What is it?" "Can you check whether Hunter Hayes and Chloe Summers have a marriage registration in the system?" The line fell silent for a few seconds. Hunter and Chloe both stopped breathing. Then, Emily spoke. "No. There's no marriage record for Hunter Hayes and Chloe Summers in the system. But Rose… Hunter does have a marriage record. The registered spouse is you." Chloe went completely numb. She stared blankly at Hunter, too stunned to speak. A moment later, she whispered, "No… That's impossible."