Actress Falco Crossword Novels & Stories

Her hands clutched my collar and she looked at me pleadingly. "Take me home" I did. I opened the door for her, helped her on my pickup before turning around and taking the tarmac to her home. "Falcon? Really?" I asked trying not to sound like a jealous prick and failing at it. I mean I had met the guy a few times but he wasn't that good looking or special. "He's funny and intelligent and has really nice lips" "He likes someone else", I said with a hard voice. I might have been caught up in my head the day of the fire but even I had eyes. Eyes that saw Falcon cling to the woman with the two kids tightly...what was her name again...Lucy, Lucille...right Lucia.

Now I had to call up my agents just to tell them I had to either take time off work or just quit, something my handlers would definitely argue during this busy time in the fashion world. ◇ "Ah, bellissima! Stefano, look at her." Mrs. Falco gestured to her husband and kept studying my face, and the woman's pale pink lips smiled widely in appreciation. "Beautiful Mykaela, we finally meet in person." "Grazie, Signora." I tried a welcoming expression as vibrant and as long as I could manage, with Miles' gorgeous mother standing before me and gushing praises. Unbelievable that the woman was past her 40s. Mrs. Falco was also half-American, thus her East Coast accent.

She is their leader, the boss, so to speak. “Pleasure to meet you all. Some of you know me as Ally. I am the leader of this fine group of women. My name is Alessa Valentino-Petrov. Also known as Ghost. We have eyes on Foxy and can confirm she does. In fact, have our little princess with her, as well as the rest of the men who kidnapped and raped Angel.” She says as she stands tall, looking at each man here. Her icy gaze lands on me and I shiver.

*One Hour Ago* “Allow me to introduce myself,” the flamingo lady said in her nasal voice. “I am Alexandra Cheng. One of the top five fashion designers in the world. And tonight, I will turn you from a beautiful duckling to a gorgeous swan!” Duckling? But I’m a mermaid, Alya added in her thoughts. Before she could ask what was going on, the flamingo lady snapped her fingers and a couple of assistants came running out of one of the rooms within the suite.

Sylvia teleported, and I evanesced out of their way at the last second. "Watch it, asshole!" I yelled in irritation as soon as I reappeared, but as I looked at the blonde girl, wondering who she was and why she looked just as pissed off at Falco as I was, something shiny caught my attention. "Who's the blonde and why is the poor girl handcuffed to you?" A sarcastic smile formed on the blonde's face. "Finally, someone who clearly sees my suffering!" Falco closed his eyes and sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "This is Aurora Bennington, she's my ....."

Wolf grinned at him and said, "My name is Wolf Hilton… " "Don't care!" Falco interrupted with nasty glare, "You kicked my party leader, you are nothing but dead meat!" "Oh come on, Big guy! No need to be so hostile! It's not everyday that I meet talents like you… " "You know what kid?" Falco's eyes kept getting darker and darker, "If you had met me in a different situation I would have praised you for standing your ground for so long. Now I see, why are you so arrogant despite being just a Solar Plexus Elite. Sadly, you bite more than you can chew and for that I will tear you to fucking shreds!"

The woman’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Plain words cannot hold this truth,” she said. “Listen to the parable, child. In a kingdom of wolves, a falcon was born. They clipped her wings and sent her from the nest, lest she rise above the moon. Yet wings grow back, and falcons find their sky.” Her voice dropped lower. “You are the falcon.” I stared at her, heart pounding. “I’m not…I’m just….”

A soft white light flashed on James’ ring, and a beautiful woman immediately appeared before him. Sophie’s face darkened as she looked at Falco with a hint of contempt in her expression. “A cultivator at the Divine Rank’s Third Stage dares to act so impudently?” Falco glanced at Sophie. He could sense her exuding an extraordinary aura. “A-A Quasi-Emperor?” Stunned, he staggered backward and stared at Sophie cautiously. “Scram!” Sophie said coldly.

Ugh, why does my name sound heavenly when he uses it? My gaze is drawn back to Ms. Richards, who is now frowning. “Oh, right, well… If you are interested in following me, Mr. Valentino. We may discuss the donation you are making in greater detail.” She casts a sultry glimpse my way as she leads Don Valentino down the cold corridor to her office. “Slut bag,” I whisper, walking in the opposite direction to my fathers' room, still reeling in the aftermath after learning what the word, Farfalla, truly means.

As he spoke, Falco immediately took out the fat and white parasitic worm from his pocket as he said in a doting manner, “My precious, you can just enjoy eating this appetizer first. After that, I’ll feed that old b*stard to you!” At this time, Carvalho, who was aside, said sternly, “Falco Xanthos! What do you think you’re doing?!” Falco looked at Carvalho before he said coldly, “Of course, I’m going to kill you.” “However, as long as you’re willing to honestly tell me the clues that you’ve found, I’ll make sure that you have a painless death later before I feed your brain to my native parasitic worm.”