Vive Hermosa Novels & Stories

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Until now. She looked like her mother but was truly more beautiful. Atomas had not been ugly. He had been handsome and the mix of Hester and Atomas’ genes had produced a truly beautiful young woman. Her eyes were set closely together making her appear almost squint at a quick glance and enhancing her beauty. Alexa had always kept her hair long but she was practical and had cut it while living and training in the desert. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a short ponytail revealing small, delicate ears. Her emerald green eyes shone with life and in contrast to her tanned skin. They were alert, displayed wisdom beyond her years, and missed nothing. Her lips were cracked from the elements but

Standing in front of me was Darla, the person I thought I had lost forever, cooking breakfast while on a video call. She was still as beautiful as I remembered her. Her gray eyes sparkled with happiness, and her smile lit up the room. "Darla..." I whispered, my voice trembling. She glanced up, threw me a sweet smile, and finished her call before walking towards me. "You're awake?" she asked, kissing my cheek. I was stunned. Is this a dream? Did I hit my head too hard? Darla is supposed to be gone, but here she was, alive and radiant. I couldn't process what I was seeing.

Kristel Vista. She remembered the new Vice President's feature. She is such a beauty indeed. She looks like a fashion model with flawless skin and looks like a local actress Kristine Hermosa. She is soft-spoken and very kind. She is sure that she can get along with Mr. Gracer. Even though her Boss is quite a snob and Bossy, Ms. Vista might be his neutralizer.

It took a moment before she even moved from the spot. That is right Hermosa, run. Because I am coming to hunt you down like the monster I am.

Desperately searching for answers, she scanned her surroundings, her gaze brimming with confusion and unease. Then, she saw it—a lone figure standing a short distance away, her back turned. Hermosa's eyes locked onto the silhouette. A strange sense of familiarity surged within her, as though something deep in her memory had been stirred. She stared unblinkingly, trying to make out the woman's face. Suddenly, the woman turned around, her lips curling into a chilling, enigmatic smile as she fixed her gaze on Hermosa. Under the cold moonlight, her features were illuminated like a ghostly apparition. The moment Hermosa recognized her face, her pupils constricted in shock. The name escaped her li