13 Hours Pablo Schreiber Novels & Stories

That day every other activity for us was cancelled, Pablo was the one who spoke to my workers that day. Not that i couldn't talk to them on this very day, but we just finished having sex and my hair was looking so rough, that was like the forth time we were having sex that day, i was still drenched in sweat, i had plan to leave their call there and just sleep, but Pablo who quickly got his clothes on and because he's Romeo, he started with his charming smile and the fact that he didn't do his shirt button just to charm them, i had been so confused, but when i saw that they all looked away, i close the laptop, and told him to get out of my room. "You know i love you right? And it's just 3pm

Trembling, she began to dial. Downstairs, Amorth laid the stone tablet on the altar and turned his eager hands to the leather Bible. His long white fingers were sweating now as he turned the pages. Flipping through the old testament, he ran his his finger down the column text of job thirty-eight, eleven. He read the text. It was only seven words. Confused, he read it again, sensing something had gone terribly wrong. Security warden Pablo Diez simmered with rage as he stood over his prostrate captive in front of the Mona Lisa. Thinking that Jim killed Marquis Esquibel, he had been like a well-loved father to Pablo and his security team.

And then he sets me down, and the world flips again. “Whoa.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t sign up for this ride.” “You’ve been dancing for hours.” He moves my arm to loop around his waist, then puts his around my shoulders. “Hours?” I shake my head, and my stomach heaves. “More like minutes. I just got there.” He laughs and shows me his phone. Three o’clock in the morning. The game ended forever ago… I groan and close my eyes, but he just shakes my arm.

How can someone look so innocent while sleeping when he’s a charismatic bomb while awake? “Miss Kathlyn Brown and Mr Andrew Stark?” a man wearing a black suit approached us. He smiles and shakes hands with us, “I am Pablo, her secretary.” he speaks with a Spanish accent. “Nice to meet you, Pablo!” I exclaim. I hate being awkward and shy with new people so I want us to be cool since the beginning. Pablo drives us in his black Mercedes, I sit on the back next to Andrew and the translator sits on the front.

"Okay, Tea, wine, whiskey, or whatever." I stayed silent, knowing it would irritate him. He chuckled darkly. “Don’t be stubborn, boy. Remember your men.” My jaw tightened. I hated when he played this card. “Fine. Six o’clock. My place.” ____ 6 PM – My Villa Pablo arrived on time, dressed like the Don he believed himself to be. A sharp black suit, gold watch, and tens of men surrounding him. I scoffed as I watched him step into the room with a cold smile plastered across his face. Was the fucker so scared that I was going to get him killed that he had to bring along so many men? Pathetic!

Pablo huffed, "Hey! I'm offended!" They laughed as Ophelia complained. "I agree with Pablo in this. You are boring Captain." "Yeah sure." She sighed and rolled her eyes. They kept making small talk and laughing amongst themselves throughout the flight. It was their 125th hour of flight time together. And they'd grown to be very good friends.

Nah, since I have laid it out, might as well go all the way. "Correction Xander, you just said fine when I asked you for 48 hours of your time. I never specified what we will be doing during that time period" I smiled innocently at him. "are you backing out from your word now? I thought that a man never backs out of his words" and blinked at him while smiling evilly from inside. Gotcha!

Nora slowly turned toward me. “Yes, you did,” Nora said. “No, guys. Nick helped me bring you home and that's all.” Javey's eyes widened. “Nick Pablo?” “Yes.” “The Nick Pablo?” “How many Nick Pablos do you know?” He gasped. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You brought your boss home!” “He helped me get you home. There’s a difference.” Nora sat up. “Did he come inside?” “Yes.” “And?” “And nothing.” “You're telling me Nick Pablo walked into your apartment at night and you didn't seduce him?”

The papers I published graced national journals, and the research initiatives I joined achieved monumental milestones. My life had become luminous entirely on its own. I no longer needed anyone's favor or salvation. After working myself to the bone, the project I was heading finally made a breakthrough. At last, I was able to return with my team to the coastal research base in the Southern Hemisphere for some well-deserved rest. Yet, I never could've imagined that Evan had already been waiting for me at the base for three solid months. Our first encounter occurred at dusk. The setting sun was melting into liquid gold over the sea, the evening breeze was gentle, and layers of waves were lappi

Even his mind was far less guarded than usual. "You've been staring into that cup for five minutes." Leon looked up. Sabastian dropped into the seat opposite him with two fresh drinks. "I said one hour," Leon reminded him. Sabastian glanced at his watch and smiled sheepishly. "We still have... twenty-three minutes." Leon sighed. "You actually checked." "I promised." That answer made Leon smile despite himself. "There it is again," Sabastian said, pointing at him. "That smile." "What about it?"