The Secret In Their Eyes Spanish の小説・ストーリー

This can't be possible! A pair of grey eyes looked at me. I recognize those eyes. I can never forget his eyes. A lone tears rolled down my eyes when the old memories flashed in front of eyes. "Eric..." "Enrique..." I and Kate spoke at the same time. ************ So what do you all think about the twist?

“If there are no more questions; we’ll adjourn the meeting. Remember; mum’s the word. Don’t answer any questions and those of you who are not a part of this. Keep your fucking mouth shut.” With her last comment; Simone walks out of the recreational room when Vince, Emmett and Lester walk into her office behind her. “You were really going to keep Alexandro a secret from us?” Emmett asks, sitting down behind her desk. ‘I can’t avoid what I know about him any longer’ he includes to himself.

The woman was holding a baby. The woman wasn't Maya. But she had the same eyes. Maya leaned in closer, wiping the dust off the frame. In the corner of the photo, there was a handwritten note: For Arthur. The first secret is always the hardest to keep. - Elena. "Lucian," Maya whispered, her heart skipping a beat. "Look at the date on this photo." Lucian looked. His face went pale. "This was taken forty years ago. But the baby... the baby has the same violet eyes as your children."

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.

“Just look at her.” I shoot him a glare, but I take the file. As I flip it open, an up close photo inside is all it takes. Just one picture slows time. She has long, dark hair that framed her face, but it is her eyes that got me, hazel, deep and unreadable. There is something hidden in them, something that held years of secret that did to be found. Pain maybe. And that soft smile she wears? Don't fool me. I remember those lips too well.

Selena watched me holding Jessica tightly in my arms, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached. "Sebastian, what's the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice trembling with pain. Each word cut into me like a blade. "So, this is why you secretly signed me up to study abroad?" Selena said, tears streaming down her face. I forced myself to swallow the ache in my chest, masking it with impatience. "Some things don't need to be spelled out. Saying it outright won't do anyone any good." I met her gaze coldly. "What you see is what it is."

Being a secretary had certainly not been for her. Then there was the scent of her, the taste of her that could drive him to insanity. He licked the edge of his lips and tasted her on him. Wanting more, he brought his mouth to hers again. Gently this time, softly, as if telling a story, as though painting a picture. And for a moment, Isabella forgot to fight, only to push him away aging in disgust when he tried to deepen the kiss, "Isabella." he sighed out like a chant.

"You're a woman. I'm a man. Right now, we just need someone. Why can't we?" Her hand trembled slightly. For a moment, it looked as if my words had shaken her resolve, but she still refused to cross that final line. "I can help you," she said quietly. "But we can't… Not like that. We really can't." She shut her eyes tightly, as if she couldn't bear to look at me. Her eyelids trembled, revealing just how conflicted she felt. But by then, I couldn't think about any of that. It felt as if the fire inside my body would burn me alive if I didn't let it out.

I lashed out. "You talk to them, don't you?" He asked, staring daggers at me, his anger and frustration palpable. "I even had Ice to check up on them twice! Isn't that enough?!" "It's not enough!" "No tengo tiempo para tus tonterías!" He snapped, his words a furious torrent of Spanish. "Say that in English, dickhead!" I spat, my own anger boiling over.

Marina’s silence says everything. Then: “It is everywhere and it’s not just the studio footage. There are cameras in his office too. From the Tuesday incident. High resolution, multiple angles.” She pauses. “I’m sorry Elena, but by the time you reach Valencia, everyone in Spain will have seen you and Professor Sandoval having sex.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​