Novel & Cerita Alex Alvarez

She smiled, not wanting to make waves or cause unnecessary problems for herself,her husband and his business. “Quite alright..er… I do apologize… but your name seems to have slipped my mind. I sound batty I'm sure.It’s all the traveling.” She smiled as she told the lie. He smiled his oily smile back and spoke again. “My name is Juan Alvarez. I own Alvarez brothers salsa. As well as Alvarez avocado farm. The biggest in Columbia actually. Well anyway, I wanted to stop by. Mr. Shargese, the owner of this place is a friend of mine and I told him that you would love this cottage.”

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

When she finally does, she looks at me alarmed “He has our Alpha” “Who, who has Christian?” There was fear in her eyes “Daryl”

He looks at me and says something that makes me a little confused. — Raúl, I have news for you! — Say, coach! — Álvarez will be cut, he can't do it anymore... — But what happened? He just had a muscle strain! — IT'S. But the exams found out and showed something more serious, Álvarez has a serious injury to the back of the thigh, and unfortunately he will need surgery, and you will be the holder of the position!

“Sure. Take your time.” When he left, I communicated with Giovanni through mind-linking. “Have you found something or someone related to that thing I talked about?” “No, Alexandra. There wasn’t anything or anyone suspicious here. I’ve searched throughout the place already.” “How about the birthday celebrant? Have you met him before?” “Many times.” “And tonight? Have you talked to him?” “I did. I used my ability on him as you ordered. And Mr. Alvarez is innocent, Alexandra. I will vouch for him. There are many humans in this party. Maybe you mistook his scent for someone else’s.”

he says gesturing to the file. I opened the file and my eyes fall on a picture of a young woman first. She had ash brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and pink pouty lips that made her look younger than she was. Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased),

There was a fire in them. It burns. Alvaro gulped. He could almost feel the fire in his skin. It was like hell's fire. “Calm down brother, please.” Alvaro still managed to say. “Move Alvaro,” Tony’s voice sounded ruthless, like he would really hit his brother. But Alvaro was unyielding. He matched Tony’s glare. Alvaro was also a Santa De Leones. It was his blood. Even though Tony’s blood carried more of the legacy.

It’s always like this—me doing something weird and someone randomly commenting on that. I crane my neck to look at him again. He doesn’t budge, standing there with his arms folded, his biceps bulging and the seams of half-sleeves of his blue t-shirt barely keeping up with that. I swallow nervously before standing up. Sitting and talking is not a good idea. Even after standing, he is at least a foot and a couple of inches taller than me. “I am Alpha Azriel’s beta, so that doesn’t really make me a random guy,” he retorts.

Uncle Mike said with a confused grin. I smiled at my uncle and clapped him on the back and said, “I sure don’t Uncle Mike. But you go find your second chance mate and let me know who my new aunt is in the morning.” Alpha Baylor is a work of the imagination of Artemas J R Broyles. Thank you for reading and going along on this journey. -A :)

I waited till Alex had left for work before heading to Alicia's house. I had no idea Alex had a twin sister. Somehow, the file Antonio had given me which apparently contained all the information I needed about Alex omitted the part where he had a crazy twin sister. When I arrived at Alicia's, Iris was slumped on the couch, clutching a half empty bottle of vodka. Alicia tried to pry it out of her hands and failed. Her eyes were red and puffy and mascara streaked down her cheeks as she mumbled incoherently. Iris was an excellent assassin. Out of all five of us, she was the best at physical combat. Despite her small physique, she could take five men down without breaking a sweat but at that mom