Señora Novels & Stories

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

He says as he extends his hand for a shake but I just reply with a nod. I don’t like this man. “ Please this way, the rest of the family is waiting.” He says and I only look forward to meeting Emilia. We make our way into the sitting room and I look around but my eyes only catch Julia Peyton and an older woman, must be her mother. Julia of course was putting on something that one couldn’t call a clothing as it barely covered anything and her face was baked with so much makeup. I internally gag. Where is Emilia? Dad notices the confusion on my face and he speaks up.

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

Amira responded. A young woman walked in carrying a bowl and a towel, she got close to the bed and bed her head. "My lady, master asked me to tend to your needs" she said with her heads bent "You can lift your head. What's your name?" Amira asked the woman "Selina, My lady" she replied "Nice to meet you Selina and please call me Amira, that's my name" Amira responded with a smile. Selina prepared the bath for Amira as she really needed to have one. She felt shy knowing Selina had a hint of what went down between her and Amir.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

They watch me with varying expressions of concern and nervousness. The oldest of the three steps forward first. She's maybe fifty, with brown hair pulled back in a neat bun and kind eyes that crinkle at the corners. "I'm Mrs. Banas," she says in a voice carrying a slight accent I can't place. "I've been taking care of you."

“Excuse me, Ma’am Gab?” He snapped back from his thoughts when a voice came from the car window. Someone had noticed their arrival. Of course—she was a Señorita, the daughter of Don Franco, the owner of the biggest sugar plantation in town. Again, envy stirred inside him. Why was life so unfair? Why were some so rich, and others so poor? Why couldn’t everyone be equal? “Ma’am Gab? Don Franco has been looking for you.” Rey Jhon rolled down the window and was greeted by a uniformed security guard. His smile faded quickly when he realized it wasn’t Gabriella inside.

, an elegantly dressed older woman who looked like she was in her sixties walked up to Sinora and gave her a hug and a full kiss on both sides of her cheeks. She looked like the most beautiful, warmest older lady Sinora met in her entire life. Something about her smelled different from the rich, entitled, elite family she had been used to all her life. "Thank you, mrs Blackwood." She said instinctively and the woman paused, looking at her surprised, and then with a touched smile, she hugged Sinora again. "You can call me, Mother, darling," the woman gently rubbed her shoulders, before turning to Cassian. He was staring at her weirdly, before he remembered himself.

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays.

He continued reading through the morning paper,an elderly woman with black hair and same color skin tone as Bruno came over to her. "Good morning Señora.Your tea."She set it down in front of her,Sage is surprised that her English is so good,she briefly told Bruno something in Spanish before disappearing into the kitchen again. "What did she say?"Sage asked when they were alone. "She said you beautiful and would be the perfect wife for me,she also likes you something that has never happened before with anyone." "Does she know about your upcoming engagement." Sage immediately began eating her food,the table was fully laid out with anything you'd like to eat and