Señora Novels & Stories

At least she's not some bitchy receptionist. " Hello sir, there's a.... she looked at me and I mouthed my name to her...... Miss Brianna Quinn here to see you sir".. she said. "Ok sir,I'll send her to you then". And she cut the call. "You can go in ma'am, sorry for the inconvenience". she said apologetically. "Oh dear, Don't worry about it". I smiled at her and made my way to his office. I knocked on the door and he gave permission to go in.

Pumihit ako paalis pero pagharap ko ay siyang pagbukas ng pintuan ng green house at mula doon ay pumasok ang isang lalaking naka kupasing gray t-shirt at short na medyo madumi. "Senyorito, hinahanap po kayo ni Donya Imelda." Ang sabi nito na nakapagpalaki ng mga mata ko. Senyorito? Tinawag niya itong senyorito? Ibig sabihin baka apo siya ni Donya Imelda? Lagot ako nito. Papaanong ang isang gwapong senyoritong katulad niya ay napagkamalan kong isang hardinero?

I admire this, and strive to present myself in such a way too. "I'm Moira by the way!" "Aislaine. Pleasure to meet you." Inside this store, I noticed a difference immediately in how I am perceived and the prices of the contraptions on the shelves. Others actually smile at us and nod as if we are familiar, those emotions don't scurry quickly as the fierce little lady side eyes them. She holds my hand and leads me around, asking questions that I often do not know the answer too. What is my bra size? Pants size? What is my style? She laughs when I lightheartedly told her I was feral, and my style was pretty much dirt and leaves. She slaps my shoulder and snorts, and her reaction makes me do the

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I need to know where the woman is. The fair lady’s eyes grow wide again. "Madre padrina (Respected Mother).” She says the name in almost a breathless whisper. “She is the Respected mother. She is the mother of the Don. You... you cannot just call her by any word. It must be Madre Padrina.” I try to hold onto my composure, but this is more than I bargained for. Madre padrina? Titles here and there. Hmmph! “And where do I find her?” I ask, my voice more controlled than I feel.

The lady in front of her was Brent's mother. It took Hermosa a few seconds to absorb this fact, but she didn't know what to do next. She stood in silence as she heard the woman say, "Don't be nervous, I've come to see you for nothing more than to have a chat. Just call me Auntie Simona, your name is Hermosa Pena, right?" "Yes, you can call me Hermosa." Hermosa smiled a little reluctantly.

The person who called her was smiling warmly, "Indeed, you are Miss Smith from the Smith family. You might not know me, I am Sarah's mother. If Miss Smith doesn't mind, you can call me Aunt." "Aunt," Elaine softly called out, slowly raising her head to look at Melissa Garcia. As the chairman of Luman Real Estate, Melissa always exuded a strong and confident aura. Her hair was neatly styled, dressed in a black, white, and gray suit, and she wore high-heeled leather shoes with a sharp gaze.

The butler, an elderly woman with neatly tied silver hair and a warm yet professional demeanor, stepped forward with a small bow. “Señorita Anya, let me show you to your room,” she said in a soft, accented voice. Penelope noted her presence immediately. The woman carried herself with elegance and grace, her every movement precise. “Hola! What’s your name?” Anya asked cheerfully, her voice still laced with sleepiness from the long trip.