Novel & Cerita Ámame Otra Vez Tory Sanchez

she gestured with a wide, air-hugging smile. “Goddess, you’re hopeless,” Tori laughed at her. “Oh, um…” I stammered, remembering the conversation I had with Maddox about his Beta. “What’s wrong, Lady Samantha? Is it something you need?” Tori was worried. “No, I’m okay. It’s just…” I looked at Ysabella with a sigh. “I think you should forget about Beta Emrich, Ysa.” Disappointment flooded her face. “Forget about him?” “It seems he already has someone,” I said.

Alejandro teases her. "How could you say that to someone who put up with your miserable self for four years of my precious high school years? I'm hurt," Yasmeen dramatically puts a hand on her mouth. "Anyways, remember that $100 you borrowed from me and never returned? I want it back because one, you've betrayed my friendship, and two, I see you can finally afford to repay me," Yasmeen says jokingly. "Hey! Know your place when you speak to him!" Marcus is irritated by the way Yasmeen is so carefree around Alejandro.

she asked as she raised her half pinky. “I don’t want to talk about it. Eat your food.” Amanda felt sad but didn’t ask any question and continued her food just like her mother told her to do. Tory felt bad for not telling her about her brother but she can’t bear to remember the important people in her life she left behind. She pulled Amanda closer. “I’m sorry for not telling you, Amanda. Maybe one day I will tell who you are truly are and all about your family.” “Yes, mummy”, she said and hugged her back.

I leave it at that like she is supposed to know what I am taking about. “Oh,yeah.I have heard some things too.It’s hard to know whether it’s true though.I don’t think Rie should associate with her though.”Tory says pausing for a minute to look at me. I think Tory is my soulmate.She always seems to understand me despite saying the least so either that,or she has mind reading super powers. We prepare ourselves for the history class that is coming up. “Imani! This is the third time I have called you out today.Please go and splash some water on your face then come back!” Mr.George shouts.

How did she even get my phone number? Is she still with Andrew? Tory is dangerous,I should avoid her.

That’s when I spot Amber. She sits with her picture-perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips quirking into that smirk that makes me think of Paige—my sister, my tormentor, my constant reminder of what I’ll never be. Amber’s eyes meet mine, and her smirk deepens, a mocking laugh in disguise. Who are you going to eat with, lonely girl? My chest tightens. I grip my plate a little harder, wishing I could disappear. Just as I’m about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice calls out.

I take deep breaths while I loosen my tie and open some of my shirt’s buttons. What is it Dakota? Will you tell me now? I ask him. Impatience surfaces on my skin. She is here. I can sense her. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want- Her? Who are you talking about? Our mate, Ryan. Our precious mate. Mate?

“This isn’t over, is it?” Dino exhaled slowly. “No.” His mind was already racing. Alejandro was just one battle. The real war… was with Sanchez. And Sanchez was waiting. --- The SUV sped down the dark highway. Dino’s phone buzzed. A blocked number. He hesitated. Then answered. A familiar, cold voice greeted him. “Dino.” Sanchez. Dino’s blood ran cold. “You made quite a mess tonight.” Silence. Then—a low chuckle. “I hope you enjoyed your victory, hijo.”

Work for the Amadeus Company. "As a Utility staff?" I repeated, this upon my head. This shocked me to the reality of their existence. "This is not what I expected.” Mr.Sanchez stood there with her, silent, his shoulders slumped under the weight of shame. I saw it in his eyes: remorse, maybe even a little fear. “She's changed,” Mrs. Sanchez said, as if she could read my thoughts. "Amy is. Different now.” I nodded slowly; a swelling knot was moving in my throat. My vibrant girl who had grown up beneath hurt and acrimony had long vanished. "I need to talk to her," I said, the urgency piercing into my voice.