101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

“I've seen many dogs bite humans, but to see a human bite a dog once in a while is fascinating,” “What?” Avala was speechless, and she looked scared at her daughter. “You can go home first. I'll send someone to tell the master of Balboa something,” he says as he walks past me again. But this time, even in my kneeling position, I pull the Hem of his pants trouser. “You...” He stops and looks deeply at me. “What is your name?” is asked, to be sure if he's the person I Knew. He frowns. “Adonis Dellucci,” Then he walks around.

“But I don’t understand. Why did you save this old fart over here? I’m grateful of course, but I assume that you agreed to help the cops so you could lessen your sentence?” “Those pigs had him in a shock collar. I don’t think he had any choice,” Leonardo answers for Goldie. He looks behind him to meet his eyes, “Should’ve asked this sooner but, what was your life before Bilibid? There has to be someone out there who’s looking for you other than the cops.” Silence. Yet again, Goldie replies with clueless blinks. The car approaches a McDonald’s and slows down right in front of the drive-thru entrance. Darryl’s grip on the wheel tightens up.

“Stop it you mother fucker!” Pulling on his head to make him look up at me I glared into his snake like eyes and chuckled, “You never cared or loved anyone. You even betrayed that one man that had helped you rise to the position you are at today only for you to turn your back on him and serve another master. I feel sorry for Delgado to have trusted you.” His nostrils flared at the mention of the previous Don and shaking his head he said, “I never did anything to him! Don’t spread any lies!”

My eyes darted toward the street, silently praying it wasn’t some pizza delivery guy about to get caught in the mess. Gustavo jerked me even harder, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Who the hell is there?!" He shouted, his voice echoing down the street. And then, like a scene straight out of some over-the-top action film, Dante stepped out of the car. He moved like he owned the damn world—and maybe he did. For a split second, I felt relieved. And then but then I remembered that my personal tormentor had arrived. He was probably not here to save me. Maybe he'll kill me instead and save Gustavo the trouble.

" Li-lah asked Maria. For the first time , Maria took a good look at the woman who had saved her. She finally remembered where she knew her. "aren't you that dancer at fuego's elementary event?" Li-lah smiled. "Yes I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." "How did you know I needed help?" She asked suspiciously. "I have my ways of getting into situations like this ma'am." Li-lah replied. "I was at your place. I wanted to see you. I saw how the car zoomed off and I felt something wasn't right so I followed you. It turns out my instinct was right."

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

Caridad grinned even more and hugged Levy. “Good idea. She’s the reason Mateo defied us before. That woman!” Don Levy chuckled and tapped his wife on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll do everything to remove all obstacles from my plan.” They exchanged glances and grinned at each other… (“HELLO? San Alfonso police station.”) Levy cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee. “Can I talk to Chief Delgado?” he asked, tapping his desk. (“Oh, Don Levy, it’s you. Sir Delgado is no longer the chief of San Alfonso, he was dismissed yesterday.”)

After the whole door was opened, there was some vague shadow of someone, the villain of the whole story, a dog. No! Telling a dog to him would be an insult to a dog as dog is the most loyal animal but this old gag was more like cunning fox. "Welcome, miss Belle!" he said. I could hear his ugly voice and recognise if even from far afar. "Dario Damelo!" I prounounciated his name from my mouth. "Quite a smart girl," he said. I could hear his footsteps walking towards me. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "Something only you could give to me," he said and continued.

Dante gave a one word order and ten men immediately got ready to follow after him. Dante got into the car and looked at the location on the iPad. She was not moving anymore. His phone beeped with a message at the same time and he checked the message. It was a message from Ditto and he was about to ignore it when he saw that the message was an address, and it was the same location that Mireille was. 'Just found the location of Felix Dcnard, boss. John Doe, 456 Elm Street Townsville. I am on my way there to get him'

His system tuned into the tense and lonely atmosphere of the penthouse, nothing to intimidate the almost sixty year old man who was unfaithful to his wife with younger women, like Amalia. He sat on the couch again, crossing one leg over the other. "Sit down," he ordered, pointing to the couch in front of him. "Who are you?" "A pleasure, I'm Maximilian Dangello," he drew his gun and pointed it at the owner's head with a smile that aroused his terror to the highest level.