Yolanda Montez Novels & Stories

Cynthia said, "One of them, Mr. Yandell, says it's for his daughter, Zoey Yandell. She's a famous ballet dancer who loves your songs a lot. "She wants to use your song as background music. I've seen her solo performances; they are truly fascinating. Mr. Yandell's quite rich, too. I think you can't go wrong with giving her the song." Cynthia sent the video of Zoey to Yvette as she spoke. "Boss, I'll send the video to you. Have a look and see if she fits your requirements." "Okay." Yvette clicked on the video after receiving it. It showed a woman dancing gracefully on a stage in a ballet theater.

It only took three hours for the world to cancel Yolanda Fenley. It was so fast that Stella thought it was magic. Soon, news of Yolanda's tax fraud popped up on every social media platform for the whole day. Yolanda finally got to experience being famous but for the wrong reasons. After the collapse of Yolanda Fenley, more and more of her dirt got exposed. For example, it was revealed that Yolanda deliberately bullied the newcomers in her film crew. Another instance was when she interfered with someone's marriage and became a homewrecker.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Everyone backed him up. Marcella looked at me with pure glee. Mockery. How much fun must she have had with my tears and my suffering, waiting for the final proof to sink me in front of the Council. “I, Victoria Bianchi...” I said it anyway, even with my wolf being torn apart by pain. “I accept your rejection, Alpha Luca Miller, and I give up my place as Luna... but I absolutely refuse to be your warriors’ cum bucket. I’m not going to be your pack’s Breeding Omega!”

"Now, my dear Mrs Dos Santos; either you tell me what is going on, or I leave you here to fend for yourself. You choose." Antonina took in a shaky breath as tears streamed down her face, and she laid back against her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "That was Javier Mendoza, I used to work for his parents' friends back in Mexico, the Monteros." A pained expression crossed her face at the mention of the family. "I was just an ordinary girl, Antonina Viola Sandoval, 26, born and bred in Puerto Rico. Moved to Mexico at age 18," She said with a sad smile, and Logan found himself holding her hand. "When I was 26, I found a job at a ranch, owned by the Montero family; one of the most richest a

Yollanda Stewart—a new, unremarkable employee—boldly volunteered to take on the project. "Are you capable?" Xoan questioned. Yollanda beamed. "Absolutely! Ms. Lyon made a fabulous plan when she started, so I’d like to try." She turned toward Yaslyn. "I won’t steal your thunder, will I, Ms. Lyon?" Yaslyn smiled with a tinge of sadness. "I have no thunder to steal. Do as you please." Someone snorted. "Yaslyn is an internationally acclaimed designer. Who do you think you are?"

STUPID WOMAN! Lexter Montero hated Yaze for her prideful attitude, pretending to be strong, pretending to have many ways to solve her problems but actually got nobody to help her without collateral.