Silvia Navarro Novels & Stories

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

“I never asked for any of this…” “You no longer have decisions of your own here. You belong to the Alpha.” she answered. “Your position has changed. You are no longer being treated as one of the common women.” I looked away from her and she took a step toward me. “Serena, I am trying to help you,” she said, and the words surprised me. I found myself answering before I could stop it. “I know you are,” I said, and the admission felt like a small betrayal. “Then you should allow yourself to understand what is in stake when it comes to who you are, Serena.” She said, looking me in the eye.

Tears welled up as he struggled to his knees, his injured leg trembling beneath him "Please" he gasped "I'm begging you. I didn't touch her and I didn't do anything wrong” His voice cracked. "It was all Zara's plan. She sent Jia to me—she wanted Jia out of the movie so she could take her place” Silvio didn't speak. He just stared, calculating. Then finally, his voice broke the silence "Do you know who I am?" Arthur shook his head "I don't” A slow smirk spread across Silvio's face "I'm the don of this country. I'm Silvio Romano"

“ Yes I know who she is….” “ No sweetie , you clearly don’t. You’re planning a mating ceremony with a stripper Kayden.” “ I said I know.” His face didn’t move. But something flickered in her eyes and he could see it. “ So you’re telling me you’re getting married to a fucking stripper huh ? Is that what it will take for you to love huh Kayden.” She said letting out a laugh of disbelief. “You don’t remember, do you?” Silvia said, voice low and venom laced. “I worked at that club too before you met her. I was the show. I had the money. The clients. The power. They called me the Queen of Smoke.”

"I wish I could get one of these cops to realise that I'm a woman, not a fucking man." Hugo raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "How are you going to do that? You are dressed like a guy, and your bare face looks like a guy’s too. I have told you countless times, but you don't believe me." Silvia grunted, pointing a finger at him. "Don't test my patience, Hugo. I know you are enjoying this when you know damn well that I'm a woman." She grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, revealing the black sports bra underneath.

She walked away in case it crashed to the ground so it would not fall on her beautiful head. "You said that I took everything away from you? What if I did? Is there anything you can do to put a stop to it? Esme, You've been on the receiving end of my hatred for a very long time. I abhorred seeing your smile and I abhorred seeing the happiness that seemed to flow from you, but I like your tears to the point where the sight of those tear drops sparkling in the light makes me quite pleased. I enjoy the way that your screams echo in my head and my ears. They have a musical quality about them. Okay... Enough with the chit-chat already. Kneel and begin. From where I am, I will keep an eye on you."

When Silvia reached the landing, the guy carrying her banner looked at her with a smile that was a funny mix of proud, loving and daring, and stepped up to walk ahead of her. Then, a woman with a deep alto voice started singing in Elvish, if you can frigging believe it, in a duet on the same octave with no less and no other than Stu fucking Masterson, the king of rock himself. Turned out the woman was Masterson’s wife, who had been Silvia’s English teacher back in Patagonia and now was a big-time Latino rockstar. Because why not, right? They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

"You're so much better than that bitch Firia Don was engaged to. I don't know what he saw in him." "Sofia, be respectful!" Sergio scolded her quietly. She shrugged. "I didn't like Firia, either." I confessed. "See?" She elbowed her husband. "He's just always so formal about protocol and rules and respect. Don doesn't care about all that. Right, Don?" Mariano smiled at her. "Of course."