Thalia Telenovela 소설 & 이야기

Once we entered the consultation room, she yanked off her hat, and that familiar face stared back at me. "Lyra!" I took a step back as Thalia glared at me, her eyes filled with pure hatred. She had an ugly scar on her forehead, and her face was pale and furious, her body swollen with pregnancy. She hissed, "You bitch—you're still alive! You ruined my life and just hid away here!" She screamed and rushed toward me. I picked up the phone to call security, but she slapped it out of my hand. She shouted, "It's all because of you! This is all your fault, you bitch! If it weren't for you, Jude wouldn't have beaten my face like this, and I wouldn't have been kicked out!"

Mirelle added, her hands around her waist. I didn't say anything else. I didn't need to. Thalia has some explanations to do. She better have a valid reason for leaving the house to go to a club of all places. After a few minutes, the entrance door opened. Thalia walked in her heels. My eyes raked her outfits. Blazers with long skirts. Didn't the news say she was at a club? "Where were you? Why was your phone off at first? Why didn't you pick up when I called? Why are you out this late?" I bombarded her with questions.

Thalia was so sweet last night and she didn’t get tired. She took everything we gave her with ease. I didn’t even think she could take us for hours but she did. She matched both of us and even drained us. Thalia had been a pro last night with the way she handled our cocks and how she was able to go multiple rounds without getting tired or wanting out. We told her she could tell us to stop at any time but she never said the word “stop” she only asked for more. I wanted to ask her if she has done it before but I don’t think she has. For starters, I know she hasn’t dated a lot because I kind of did a background check and found out about her past relationships.

I could hear Brie laughing behind me. "Let's get you some lower heels, yeah?" She said between laughs. I frowned at her and sighed slowly, cursing my idiocy. *** Thalia's POV I was stood in the kitchen, my feet shifting back and forth nervously. Where was she? "So... Thalia, what're you planning to do tonight?" Mel's sister said sceptically, raising her eyebrows at me. I turn to her in surprise, my breath catching. "Um... Have a good time... I guess..." I stammered nervously, most definitely not expecting this from the girl. Ali narrowed her eyebrows, glancing towards her mother.

Chapter Forty-Nine “Thana, is that you?” Allegra, dazed when she saw Thana in her different appearance. She couldn’t believe that she would turn into a beautiful witch, her eyes blazing like a fire when she stares. Her golden brown hair with a shade of purple makes her astounded. “Yes, it’s me, Mother.” She giggle and embraces her mother tight and a bead of tears drops on her cheek. “You are beautiful.” She looks at her daughter with proud. Thana is a descendant of witches that has special abilities. Yet, there’s a fear in her heart that maybe one of these days she needs to fight with her father, who is Lazarus the dark, evil king.

The sharpness of his jawline, the proud look and those slits for eyes. I stand there with my hand in his grasp as his heavy gaze assesses me. "Take her away." Thalia's POV: "But you can't deny the fun you'll have once you both go to your dream universities!" Alara exclaims as she jumps on the bed, something she does everytime she's thrilled. Hera and I share a glance at her tactics. I'm not opposed to anything she's saying because I'm as exhilarated as she is,but the fear of not getting accepted into the university somehow overpowers the joy.

No one came after me when I left— not my mother, not even father. They were all enjoying the ceremony, at least, one daughter saved the household. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I wiped harshly at my tears. My phone buzzed suddenly beside me, but I ignored it. What else could it be? News about Giovanni choosing Lora over me would have spread throughout the city's social networks by now. I stretched my hand towards the phone and grabbed it. My brows furrowed as I stared at the message glowing across my phone screen. *Dear Miss Thalira Whitmore, you have been selected with 19 others for the city excursion. Attendance is mandatory*

Thalia took a cautious step forward, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she asked, "Who are you? What do you mean by 'Thorian was mine'?" The girl remained shrouded in shadows, her hair still obscuring her features. She hesitated before finally responding, "I am someone who knows the truth, Thalia. Thorian was once yours, but he's slipping away from you. You must act quickly if you want to hold onto him." Thalia's heart raced. How did this stranger know her name, and what did she mean by the truth? "What do you know about Thorian? And who are you to meddle in my business?" Thalia demanded, a mix of fear and anger coursing through her.

But I ruined that too. “What’s smoking?” Thalia’s voice booms through the room. All attention is turned to her. She looks like a literal goddess as she materializes, and from the looks everyone gives her, I’m the only on that thinks so. I glance at her and notice she is wearing a beautiful baby blue dress that stopps just above her knees, with ruffles at the bottom. Her hair is packed into a tight bun, bringing out the definition in her face, and her make-up is done to perfection. Once again, she is perfect.