Young Selena Quintanilla Novels & Stories

“Not one bit. So what do you say? I’m asking if you’d like to join me and my family on our family date. That way you can get to familiarize with my mother, and get over the bad blood between you and my sister, and meet Selena. You should remember Selena, unless you’ve forgotten her. She use to have a huge crush on you as a child and we both were still in high school, or have you seriously forgotten?” My eyes went wide with shock. “That’s Sel? Sel as in Selena. Oh dang she’s grown.” I couldn’t hide my shock. How long as it been. Jeez. She’s went from a little child to someone I don’t recognize at all. She’s all grown and different now, mature to say the least.

“You are 20 Selena.” “Is that so?” Selena returned her attention to her body after Dalett nodded. “Why do I feel like I am still 17?” She muttered. “Alright, let us go. We want to remain fit.” She threw her hand into the air. “...and leave Trisha alone; I don’t think she needs it. You need it more. You and I both do.” As Dalett followed her, she muttered to herself. “You are thinner than Trisha.”

He is seething, I can see from the way he clenches and unclenches his fist. “ We will pay her for the phone,” Santino replies, and he looks as cool as a cucumber. I walk past the men and approach the girl. “ I am so sorry, some rude men disturbed me while I was on the phone and I accidentally dropped your phone.” I plead with her. Her eyes water, “ It's the only phone I had,” Santino approaches her and drops five stacks of dollars in her hands. “ Get yourself a new phone.” He tells her and her eyes light up.

Trust him? Selena snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a soft bump against her leg. Glancing down, she found a small, teary-eyed girl, no more than five years old, rubbing her nose as if she had just stumbled. The little girl looked up at Selena, her big eyes filled with unshed tears and a slight quiver in her lip. Selena's heart softened instantly. "Hey there," she said gently, kneeling down to the girl's height. "Are you okay?"

Selena Davi was a legendary actress at such a young age, accomplishing so much that It was almost unbelievable. She was incredibly beautiful, She was already engaged to Alex, world wide popular celebrity model who every living being envied and Every girl dreamed of having, She had won several awards.. But she never expected her best friend to turn against her like that. She had been nothing but kind and compassionate towards her. On the night they went to the club, she had drugged her with a drug which would make her want to have s*x with anyone... An Aphrodisiac drug. ... And had carried her to a hotel where she let a stranger use her body under a surveillance camera.

The food arrived and I told the maid about Selena, instructing her to tell Selena to come and have breakfast in the masters bedroom (My bedroom). I walked into my bedroom and heard my phone ring. Surprisingly, it was a foreign number. I picked it up. “Hello” “Hello, I believe I am speaking with Shawn Angoteh Mahal?” That was also surprising, because I rarely used ‘Mahal’ its my second name. “Yes, and who are you?” I asked, my phone number wasn’t open to the public, just a few family, friends and close business associates… And Selena.. “I am Viktor Svyatoyvich, Father to Selena Jerome “ if that wasn’t unexpected, I don’t know what else is.

She looks so much like Annie, only that her eyes are emerald and that of Annie, sky blue. She sat quietly beside Annie. "Who are we rebelling against?" Ten years old Selena asked. "Our loneliness" Annie replied. "What does that mean?" Damian asked. Annie sniffed. "Well I thought about it. We are very lonely" "Why would we be lonely, we have grandma and each other" Selena replied, smartly. "Apparently that's not enough" Annie replied.

“Keep it a secret for me, alright? I don’t want others to know that I’m the Supreme Warrior.” “But of course, I’ll keep it a secret!” Queenie was so excited that she almost cried. “Ahh!” Queenie shrieked animatedly and rushed forward to hug Fane, unable to control her impulses. “I’m so excited! I’m so, so excited! I can’t stop myself! I need to hug my idol!” “Queenie, Selena’s coming back!” Queenie’s actions stunned Lana speechless. Lana then turned to look and spotted—not too far away—Selena coming out of the toilet.

"Mom!" I run to the living room, after I turned the stove off. I was trying to make pancakes for my children but how can I do that in peace? "What is it Selena?" I ask as I see her chasing her brothers around the living room. Selena Phyllis is thirteen years old. Her eldest brothers, Octavian and Alexander, love to pick on her. "They took my phone again mom!" She exclaims as she jumps over the couch to try and cut of Octavian.

"You're squishing me! I can't breathe!" Selena immediately loosened her grip, but kept her hands on his shoulders. "Lo siento, mi pequeño," she apologized, her eyes drinking in every detail of his face—the sprinkling of freckles across his nose, the way his dark curls fell over his forehead, the gap where his front tooth was missing.