Silena Beauregard Movies Novels & Stories

She keeps pausing to make things even more thrilling but she’s sure that her surprise is worth to hear and to wait. “Come on!” Angelina screamed over the table where she’s sitting with Calista’s Mom, Allison, Amber and Ciara. “You’re killing us in our seats!” The audience laughed at what Olivia said. Hadrian couldn’t take his sight off his wife still holding the smile on his face but deep inside his heart in beating fast like crazy. “What do you think people?” She asked then lift her orange high neck x-cross dress to show her baby bump that made Hadrian to rose to his feet and swiftly goes to her standpoint and hugged her. The crowd to get even louder and wider.

She looked elegant, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, a glass of amber liquid in her hand. "Silas," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "You’re late for your own funeral." "The reports of my death were exaggerated, Mother," Silas said, stepping into the room. He didn't look at the directors; he looked at her. "But yours? That’s still up for negotiation." Beatrix set her glass down, her eyes shifting to me. The disgust was back, sharper than ever. "And you brought the human. Bold. I wonder how long she’ll stay bold once the Seekers finish mapping the vulnerability in that Mark on her neck."

Then, Jillian saw her. Clara Linley stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, her back to the room. She was dressed in the same deep emerald silk gown she had worn the night they first met at the Grand Horizon Gala. Her hair was styled perfectly, her makeup immaculate, her silhouette striking and ethereal against the twinkling city lights. But her posture was rigid, cold, and entirely unyielding.

“Few days after the announcement of their unborn child, billionaire businesswoman Mrs. Bella arrested her husband, Mr. Derek, over alleged domestic violence. Click the link for more details.” I felt the world shift beneath me as the weight of everything crashed down on me.

The knock came again, sharper this time. When I opened the door, the woman on the other side looked so much like Leander that I had forgotten how to speak. Same eyes. Same sharp cheekbones. Only hers were alive with warmth. "You must be Wren." She smiled. "I'm Sorren." I stared at her. "Leander's sister," she added, as if that needed clarification. "He doesn't talk about me, does he?" "He's not a talker." She laughed—a real laugh, easy and unguarded. "That sounds about right." She stepped past me into the penthouse without waiting for an invitation. "God, this place hasn't changed at all. Still looks like a hotel lobby."

Be a good girl. Seraphina took the microphone again. Her voice dripped with that false concern she’d mastered years ago, the kind that fooled everyone but me. “Damien and I… well, we’ve known each other forever. Childhood sweethearts, you could say.” Her eyes glistened just enough to look sincere on camera. “We’ve always been close. I care about him deeply. And I care about Liora too. She’s family, after all.” A perfectly timed pause, letting the words hang in the air for the reporters to absorb.

Like the quiet Saturday evening when Justin had invited me to his condo for a movie marathon. I remembered sitting on his lap, the comfort and warmth of him surrounding me. The movie started late, the screen flashing with a name I didn’t recognize — Maria Ozawa. The lead actress wore a scandalously revealing pink tube dress, legs long and perfect, heels towering. I’d felt conflicted — curious but uncomfortable. That night was different — simple, quiet, intimate. Now, sitting here, all I could wonder was what would come next. The next day was a blur of nervous energy.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Lord Theo chided the other vampire, “we want them to speak, remember?” I swallowed heavily. We were going to be interrogated. I remembered the things Ronan and the other scouts had told me. I remembered how badly injured Kieran had been when I first met him. Could I possibly hold out against that kind of treatment? I had once fainted at five strikes of a lash! “She can’t,” Marcus said, nodding towards me. “The girl is mute. Questioning her is useless.” “Do you honestly expect me to believe you trained a mute girl as a scout?” Lord Theo scoffed.

Haya who silently listened to him asked the most funniest question " what movie did you watch?" "What?" Rayyan uttered Unbelievably. "You heard me." She glared at him. "Fast and furious, why do you ask?" Rayyan was confused. Haya casually replied " I thought you watched porn." "What the ... Seriously.... Astaghfirullah." Rayyan yelled. "Shush." Haya silenced him. "Like Seriously?" He couldn't believe it. "Whatever." She whisper yelled. "You think so low of me." He glared. Giving her full attention she looked at him " what else would I think?, I mean why not?, You kissed Catherine remember?" She huffed and angrily looked away.