Novel & Cerita Jasmine Centina

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

“When her daughter died, Nicoletta didn’t report it to the family. Instead, she called her brother Ignatius to handle it. “Fate must have been cruelly ironic that day, because in that same hospital in K Country, there was another young woman undergoing cosmetic surgery. Ignatius learned about her, and together he and Nicoletta devised a plan—to make that woman replace Liliana.” Caitlin’s tone grew colder. “The surgery was a success. A few months later, the ‘new’ Liliana returned home. She looked a little different, but the resemblance was uncanny. No one questioned it. But when I arrived here for the perfumery competition and saw you for the first time outside the hotel, I knew something was

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

He adds. She was going to be a guest at her own wedding. The idea wasn’t so bad. After all, this wasn’t a normal wedding. Nodding in response, she turns her head away from him and gets lost in her thoughts. ************************************************************ The car pulls up at Bistro Le Cep, a popular French restaurant that only the richest in the country could afford. Liam leaves the car first and goes over to Emilia’s side to open the door. A valet approaches them and Liam hands the keys over to the young man as he leads the way to the restaurant.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

"Your birthmark doesn't seem to support your claims" Jasmine stared with mouth ajar at the woman. Surely she knew her more than she thought she did, even up to the extent of knowing that she had a birthmark at the nape of her neck. "Who are you?" She asked again. "The midwife that assisted your mother, Celine, with your birth" she repeated. Jasmine knew this time that she wasn't lying. No she wasn't. Referring to her late mother as Celine was too much info. Even her father didn't know that her mother went by that name, talkless of a stranger doing so.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

I hadn’t really gotten to focus on much but the presence of him, and I had a feeling there was more to be seen under his clothes. When we stepped out of his office, a woman in slick black heels and tears streaming down her face stomped toward us. “You murderer!” I recognized her as Renata Ferrante, Giovanni’s wife. Domenico stepped in front of me, but when I watched her pull her hand back to strike him, I moved in front of him and grabbed hold of her wrist. “Don’t you fucking touch him, you witch,” I growled. “Get your hands off of me, maggot!” she screeched.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"