Angel Guzman Stand And Deliver Novelas e Histórias

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

Standing right before me was an opponent who seemed all too familiar. I know him; he's the same person who sadly informed me that my father had been taken as a hostage. “If you plan on facing me in battle, let me introduce myself properly first. My name is Gonzalo, and I am the Delta from The Dead Nightstalker’s Pack.” Before I had the chance to fully comprehend what was happening, Gonzalo appeared before me, moving with remarkable speed. His arm shot out in front of me, creating a force that physically pushed against my own. He was so fast that I hadn't had the time to react, there was nothing for me to do except withstand the force he had exerted. It seemed like time itself had stopped in

Who are they exactly? *** Angelo and his men finally arrived at Dallas Aldo Villa in Los Angeles. They parked at the side and dropped down to deliver the unconscious girl. Aldo who was in the living room quickly went down to his garden the minute he heard a honk. That was obviously Mistress Gonzales men here to deliver his slave. "Welcome!!" He welcomed the troops enthusiastically. The minute he saw the holding Paige, his face immediately beamed in excitement. "Welcome my precious!" He walked up to meet her but was welcome by the throwing daggers of Angelo's eyes. He quickly stepped on his tracks, gulping down his saliva nervously.

Guzman never expected that he would be so infuriated by someone from a third-grade world. He kept on thinking about what Fane had said just now. It seemed like everything Fane had said had trampled all over his dignity. Guzman would not be able to take it even if a warrior from a second-grade world said that, let alone someone from a third-grade world. Guzman's hands trembled as he sentenced Fane to death in his mind. Fane was amused by how angry Guzman looked.

He raised me so damn well and I wouldn't achieve half of the peacefulness I have without him. So with my shades and black lipstick on years later, I can still always roam the streets of Cashmodeus City with the smug look on my face and do whatever I want. Because just like what he said, to hell be with everyone, it ain't their life to live but mine. I felt so free and me. Well, not until another shit happened... "Rule #16: At least look like you're not a murderer or something. Hey, are you even listening?" I sighed and completely buried myself in the mini sofa where I was sitting. "Yes, I am," I even said without batting my cousin an eye.

The best way to do it at that time was to divert others' attention by making a noise in the east while attacking in the west! "If you thought I was admiring you just now from the audience and wanted to be your disciple, and you think I was being unrealistic and naive, I apologize." Gina maintained the demeanor of a young lady, neither humble nor arrogant, taking a step back to move forward. "You just said that you don't take on disciples, and even if you were to, you wouldn't accept us, the Guzman family. I don't know what we, the Guzman family, have done wrong... But you are our senior, and you have the right to choose your own disciples... I understand, and I won't insist. I even feel that

Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says: - You are Jackson's father, - And Ulric too. And you, young man? What is your name? - I think you know very well who I am. - How can I know if it's our first time seeing each other? He takes two steps back and turns to run away, and I grab the cane I had left beside me and hit him in the head. Angel falls, and I grab him by the shoulder and try to escape with him without being seen.

After the death of my mum—the one good thing I had in my life—this acted as a good outlet for all my rage and bitterness. I threw another punch but just before my fist landed, he flashed through my mind. Angel. The soft fall of his lashes. The way his eyes appear hooded when he's turned on. The sound of his voice, low and dangerous when he said— “Open up for me, baby boy.” Fuck. My hesitation lasted half a second but it was enough. Mando’s right hook came out of nowhere and cracked across my jaw like thunder. My vision tilted and before I could comprehend what was going on, I was slammed back against the cage.

The whole atmosphere changed to a tense one as everyone watched on anxiously. We were going for five rounds, but we both got all our shots. They then made it ten shots. As I took my last shot, I was distracted by a sound and I missed my target. Angelina was more than pleased as she stepped up. When she’d been blindfolded, she confused us all by turning around. She then got into a hand stand position and when she was balanced, Azuela handed her the gun. Disbelief reined in the air as she stood on one hand while the other pointed at the target. She smirked and fired the shot before silence washed over the land.

I mumbled. Xavier turned to his brother and gave him a punch in his chest, "Congragu-fucking-lations brother." Xavier immediately sprinted off with Theodore chasing behind him. I just kept standing there staring at both of them on disbelief. I thought they were supposed to be mafia leaders. "Guys! What about me?" I yelled as they continued to run around. Theodore stopped for a second and winked at me, "You definitely won't be forgetting my name tonight tesoro." My mouth fell open and I stared at him in shock. Was he always this shameless? His brother could have heard him for God's sake.