Selma Blair Young Novels & Stories

Selena remained composed, offering comfort where she herself should have been comforted. "Felix, Grandpa has been ill for so long, his spirits weighed down by grief. To have endured until now is already a mercy from the heavens. We need not despair. Such trials come to everyone." Felix's gaze was filled with sorrow as he looked at her. "My lady, you're feeling this anguish yourself, yet you comfort an old man like me. I am not worthy of even one fraction of your courage." Selena was only 17. When her parents and two uncles passed away, it fell to her alone to hold the household together. Yet the young girl had managed, arranging every detail for her elders' final rites with remarkable care.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

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.

I went down as well but stood a bit far off away from them. The Whites walked in, Mr. Brian Whites who is my father’s friend and also shares a deep friendship with my real father held his hands wife as they both smiled. His wife, Mrs. Sasha Whites, was one of the biggest fashion models in her prime before she fell off due to being married, her beauty did pass on greatly to her daughter, Selma. Selma as I have understood was Abigail’s ex, I haven’t known why they broken up but it seems to have been something really bad because of the way Abigail brushes off any topic brought up by his mother regarding her.

*Selena* Blair looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped, and her eyes were wet and sad. I knew she had been going through a tough time. "Blair, you know, you can always count on me. Talk to me whenever you want," I suggested, reaching out to gently place a hand on her arm. I wanted her to know that I was there for her, ready to listen whenever she needed to vent her pain. "Thank you, Selena," Blair sighed, looking at me softly. "Please don't tell anyone about it. Especially not Zander. I..." She hesitated as if struggling to find the right words. "I don't want anyone to feel pity on me."