Young Selena Quintanilla Novels & Stories

“I guess you should save whatever you want to say then.” I turned away, heading to my seat while Leonard stopped him from getting any closer to me. “Who’s she?” I heard the crowd murmur. I am Selena, the once naive church girl who didn’t know much about this sinful world. But now she’s here, not as that petite innocent lady, but as a lady thirsty for revenge, I murmured within myself. Lorenzo kept staring at me from where he sat, his eyes locked on mine, pleading to be heard, but I looked away. He already lost that soft girl he knew the moment he confessed to killing my parents without any remorse in his eyes.

Christmas is probably my worst time of the year. I had no animosity toward the holiness whose birthday is being celebrated. Still, I do have some problems with how we celebrate it. My name is Selena Garcia, eight years old and the eldest child of two, my father; I have no idea where he is. I do remember, though, that I had one until I was four. How I wish grandma is still alive. She's a bit grumpy, but she's very generous, unlike my uncles and aunts, who are very self-centered and condemnatory. So here I am, sulking inside my room, listening to their voices wherein I, alone, am the topic.

A head popped out from behind the room divider where she knew Selena was holed up in her office. “In the flesh.” Serenity threw her arms out and Selena squealed, excitedly rushing into the arms of her friend. “Oh Dios mio! I missed you so much, my amiga.” Her tiny arms constricted around Serenity, almost cutting off the blood flow to the rest of her body. “I missed you too. How is my niece? She must be so grown up.” Serenity pulled a face, the tiny soul probably had no idea who she was anymore. “Si, she’s already a year old, can you believe it?” Selena’s smile widened at the mention of her daughter. As much as she loved the boutique and her job, her family was her true passion.

I am not scared but I am nervous that Sain will saw me holding a freaking gun. I am his innocent and fragile wife. I am not the strong and fearless Herravie Costello right now, I am Selena Asli Castania. I am a damsel in distress and Sain Czar Ildefonso is my knight in shining armor. I know it sound fucking annoying that I need to keep my identity as Selena even in this crucial moment, but what can I do? I can't ruined this mission.

Chapter Fourteen Of the four, Selena has the weakest resistance because she has heart disease, she told us that her heart is small so she is not allowed to play any sports, she is not allowed to be tired, she is not allowed to be too happy, she is not allowed to be sad too much. Oh! As long as he is not allowed to have too much, everything should be just right.

The shoulder-length haired girl suddenly stood on one of the stadium seats and called all the students there to come closer to her. "As a member of the popular girl group at Golden High, I have something to say." Selena opened her voice when the girls had gathered. "Elena's death made me and Amanda..." her eyes glanced at Amanda who was standing among the other girls sadly. "very sad and devastated. But we felt that we had to maintain our prestige and decided not to drag on this sadness."

“I know that too.” She hesitated. “The ceremony is in seven days.” “I’m aware.” Another pause. Then, quieter this time: “Are you scared?” I turned back toward the window before answering. Outside, the mountain wind bent the pine trees in long slow movements. “No,” I said. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. Neither of us mentioned it. My name is Selena Valez. I am twenty-two years old, the only child of Alpha Hector Valez, and I have never shifted into my wolf.

It was a bright yet warm day, and just as the name of the restaurant, everywhere smelt like lilies and sweet. Selena was dressed in a white dress which stopped mid thigh with a chiseled neck and her wavy hair was packed up in a high ponytail. Her make up was light as usual, and she looked pretty and the fact that as she sat before me ranting, I couldn’t help but laugh so hard my tummy hurt. We talked about her day at the park, meeting Amber Quinn who had shot a text about wanting to meet later this evening or tomorrow evening as a double date and Selena had no idea on how to respond to her.

The way her eyes kept darting toward Arjun like she still expected him to sit up and laugh this off somehow. Selena suddenly looked directly at Quinn. “You’re Quinn Hale, right?” The question caught her slightly off guard. “Yes.” “I’ve heard about you,” Selena said softly. “Arjun talked about you a lot.” That tightened something uncomfortably inside Quinn’s chest. Before she could respond, Selena continued quietly, “He said you were the only person from school who never pretended to be someone else.” Quinn didn’t know what to say to that. The alley suddenly felt smaller.

I followed him but soon stopped halfway. “ Wait” I said to David And then I heard Selena sighed, "Finally," holding the signed restraining order in her hand. "Is he really your fiance?" one of the girls asked Selena. I turned around to see Selena shaked her head, "No, He isn't," “ Can you hear that?” David whispered to me. "Oh Okay, I'm Vera Santos. my friend is….." one of the girls were saying. " You mean Vera Santos?" Selena interrupted.