Silvia Navarro Novels & Stories

I felt my stomach twist. It was Vanessa Morales. An old colleague. A woman I once mentored at Montemayor Holdings—who stole one of my campaigns and almost got me fired. She looked at me with a perfect smile and a cold glint in her eyes. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Cruz,” she said, shaking my hand like we were best friends. “I’ve heard so much about Luna Communications.” “I’m sure you have,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “You always did like to follow trends.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

"We shouldn't fight for this. We should think a better plan that shouting at each other. Belvina, I understand your concerns and like what I said back then, I am only welcoming wolves who are willing to fight with me and Desa against the Moon Desire Kingdom." "Cassandra, you don't need to help us anymore, what you did as a spy is already fine with us. Thank you." "Rosco? Come on! Cassandra—" The argument stopped as their attention darted at Silvia who suddenly put her palm on her mouth and seems like she's been about to puke, that's why Silvia immediately stand up from her seat and everyone's eyes widened when there's a symbol on her hands, a symbol that means she was pregnant. "Silvia? Are

“This... this isn’t right. It can’t be.” “Why not?” I asked, my voice softer now. “Because of Gerald? Because of some stupid label? None of that changes how we feel, Hyacinth. None of it erases what happened last night.” Her breath hitched, and I saw the crack in her armor, the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. “This is bigger than us,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s not just about what we want. There are consequences, Silas. For both of us.”

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

CHAPTER THREE Raquel pushed the door open and banged it loudly after her. She made for the drawer close to the bed, opened and closed it. She went to the wardrobe, opened it, and shut it back again. Her face was red with anger. She murmured as she roamed the room. Noah didn’t raise his face; his eyes were focused on the computer and he was absentmindedly punching the keys noisily. This very act was getting Raquel more and more infuriated. Her action was getting the room all heated up but Noah seemed not to care. At last, he turned to look at her, “why are you acting like a crazy woman? Can’t you see I’m trying to work? Can’t I have peace at least? What the hell is your problem?” he combed hi

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.