Teresa Fidalgo Novels & Stories

She is surrounded by assistants busily attending to the names already inscribed. Together, they approached the table. “Miss Florence, we would like to add our names to the list for the festival dance,” Teresa says and the woman looks up. “Two years in a row…I hope you make it to the castle this time.” The woman says, eyes rolling and it falls on me. “Who is the new one?” She asks. “Well, this is Yeri. A diamond in the rough.” Teresa says. “She is beautiful. If she can dance, Yolanda’s crown will be collected immediately.” Florence says and the assistants around the desk looks at me immediately. Their eyes hover around me and they pursue their lips saying things that I cannot really ear at th

Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work. Right on the t.v was a debate ongoing about crime and allegation in the Country, Alexis saw the t.v from afar as she alighted from the stairs, thus she was a bit stunned to see Madam Lydia as one of the speaker on the t.v. Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant where Alexis work before. Alexis went to her the day before to aired on the t.v on her behalf, and while she was on the t.v, she could used that medium to present her defense against the allegation against her as a murderer.

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

“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.

"But if she is, and if she has spent twenty years quietly watching this family from somewhere outside its walls, she may be exactly the person who followed you and Elena to the docks recently." Isabella looked between all three of us, determination steadying her voice despite the exhaustion clearly weighing on her as heavily as it weighed on the rest of us. "Then we find her," she said. "Salvatore, pull every record you have connected to her employment here. Enzo, reach out to Elena again and ask whether Costa's old staff records might contain anything useful about where Teresa went after she left." "And what will you do," I asked her quietly. "I am going to speak with Camilla again," Isabel

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

Once, during the national competition, Teresa had a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit, but she gritted her teeth and used the rebuttal I prepared for her to silence our opponent, leaving them speechless. "At the time, I thought to myself that she was destined to rule as the queen in whatever field she chose to pursue."

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"