Susan Sarandon Mga Nobela at Kwento

She beamed proudly. Mr. Tylon extended a hand. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you.” Bryan accepted the handshake politely. “It’s my pleasure, Sir.” Mr. Tylon stepped aside. An elegant young woman wearing an exquisite sapphire gown stepped forward smiling warmly. “This is my daughter, Susan.” “Good evening ma’am, Mr. West.” She said bowing her head slightly. “Such wonderful manners.” Mrs. West chuckled awkwardly. “Susan just returned from the states but would be running off again to go save lives.” Mr. Tylon laughed proudly.

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

“The newest addition to Alden’s experiment, subject #062” The light almost seems to get brighter. I notice people glance down, faces blank as they write down something on an unknown surface. The voice coming from speakers above me sounds rather animated and excited. What have I been dragged into? “This ones a fighter. Alden has put in a personal search for her after his own warriors failed to capture her after a year,” they say.

A man with a little stash, dressed in an artistically tasteful suit, walked in. This man was Iris Cruz’s husband, and also a famous director that Donell had just hired from Hollywood with an enormous sum — Soren Harlow. “It’s good to see you here, Harlow. Isn't your new movie lacking a female lead? I've found you one. Come see if she fits?” “Oh, who is it?” “This is her, Ms. Rowena Bolton” Donell shot Rowena a look. She understood immediately, and automatically, she stood up and bowed at Soren.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Samantha spoke again ignoring the presence of Iris in that room. "Everything is fine Miss. Sir is doing fine." "I see... " Samantha smiled and at the same time, Iris took a step forward with a scrutinizing gaze on her. The woman was almost equal to Dimitrios's age. Her body had curves but she was not looking like others whom Iris saw sometimes with Dimitrios. Samantha had class, elegance, and above all a different charm. Even Iris was mesmerized by watching her aura and personality. But before she could speak further, Dimitrios arrived in that situation and wrapped his arms around her waist.