Señora Señora Letra Novels & Stories

Only their hair is different because Selena has dark brown hair color, while the woman has blonde hair. "Selena..." Lorenzo muttered through his jaw tightened. Thousands of feelings of longing and emotions were bubbling up in his heart that made him almost want to bump into the woman to hug her. But the sharp gaze and angry expression from the woman made him stop wanting to embrace that slender body because it seemed that the woman wasn't Selena. She's just another person who happens to have the same face as Selena. "Let go of me you bastard, or I'll scream!" Krystal snapped harshly as she threw Lorenzo's hand away once more.

" Eve asked doubtfully. The secretary smiled warmly, "No, Madam, I will help you!" "Thank you, sorry, what's your name? I'm Eve, just call me Eve!" said Eve, extending her hand. "I'm Selena, Mistress!" The secretary extended her hand catching the size of Eve's warm hand. "Well, thank you, Selena!" "You're welcome, Mistress!" "Well then, I'm going back to my room! Excuse me!" Eve nodded politely and walked back to her room with big steps.

(hang in there my dear it's going to be alright) I heard a small voice but gentle whispering in my head. "Summer baby? Is that you?" I ask thinking that it's my daughter though I highly doubt it. "Soy yo Selena tu compañera." (It's me Selena your mate). What?? This is incredulous. I have a mate who is not Tina??

Signora said, smiling at me with genuine warmth. “Carmenta,” Signora beamed, stepping forward. “It's been a while, Carmen darling!” She kissed both my cheeks, her perfume like peonies and powder. “Still gorgeous as ever.” Her eyes sparkled with knowing warmth as she clasped my hands gently. “Thank you, Signora. I—” “Oh no, no. Mom, please,” she corrected with a wink.

’ She leaned forward, her chest in Lucien's space, as she whispered, almost conspiratorially, “ He was getting ready to sell you out to the evil Rudenkos.’ The Mafia Don slid his eyes over her dispassionately. ‘I am Ramona González, senor,’ said the woman in a breathy tone, her large surgically enhanced breasts bobbing as she met the cold grey gaze, ‘And I have heard a lot about you.’ She smiled slightly, her pouty lips spreading invitingly. *

He was fast she noticed. “Sure,” he smirked. A few drinks later..... “Will you like to dance with me?” Ron Steward asked noticing that she was easily intoxicated. “Ye-yeah it’s my fav- favourite song!” She slurred before taking his hand in her and dragging him to the dance floor making him laugh at her drunk behaviour. The song “señorita” by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes started bust from the speaker. Ron Steward held her close as they danced and she shake her body parts on the beats.

Dela Rama. I immediately touched Aubree's waist. I saw the shock in her. "Mrs. Dela Rama is here," I whispered. Her eyes widened even more at what she heard. I felt her stiffness. "Relax. I'm here." I said. She looked into my eyes. I smiled at her as my way of assuring her. I saw her slowly calm down. "Mrs. Inarez!" Seb's mom greeted my mommy. "Mrs. Dela Rama!" Mommy reciprocated.

The woman looked at her affectionately. "Sia, I didn't expect your personality to still be as cold as before. You used to be willing to call me Sister Hannah, now you just directly call me Miss Hannah Das? Should I call you Chairman La Rosa?" Chairman La Rosa? Alessia squinted, she hadn't had a chance to decipher the meaning behind the woman's words, but she saw the smile on the woman's face fade away, and her gaze became somewhat serious.

Isay softly addresses her, slightly bowing as Adam stands by the door with a formal demeanor. A a servant interrupted, addressing her as "Señorita Yza," she cringed. "I don't like that, Sis Isay. I don't want 'Señorita.' Just call me Yza or Alexa." Her expression soured, and she clutched a bag of chocolates and cakes. “Oh, because, he said—handsome h-husband of yours ordered to call you, senyorita.” Isay whispers and then looks at Adam, who’s watching them.

"You're Peter, right?" He immediately nod and hug the documents he's holding. "Yes Ma'am. I'm Peter Wills, Mr Ildefonso's secretary" He sound nervous. The tone of his voice is a bit funny because he seems reporting something to me as if I am his commander. "I'm Selena Castania," I pause and tilt my head. "Sain's wife" He smile and bow his head. "Nice meeting you Miss Selena, I usually heard your name to Mr. Ildefonso" he said.