Armand Mondragon の小説・ストーリー

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

Then, Adamson showed his phone and showed Alessandro the photos that they caught. Somehow, the night ended well and Keira spoke with her group of friends, the wives of Alessandro's circle of friends. She knew one or two of them. Andromeda Mondragon and Sabrina Alvarez-Lawson. They were cousins and she knew that both of them could operate EPUA where Conrad came from, also Andromeda Mondragon is the heiress of the Dragon Empire. Her adoptive father told her that the only people she could contact are them. The Mondragon and Mondragon-Alvarez, are the names that he gave before he died. She contacted them once or twice to ask about finding Keira and Karmina, but somehow, it cost a lot of money. N

“Don Diego” “Don Diego, it’s Armando. I have something you are going to want to see.”

Ricardo's expression turned cold “You heard me, mom will be in Paris too watching you, if you hurt that girl… I'll forget who you are…do you understand me, Ricardo Romero,” Armando said in a dark tone and stood face to face with Ricardo? His gaze was dark and piercing that Ricardo stayed put. He didn't forget the black dragon, the mafia man before him. Ricardo knew any better than to say anything in front of Armando, knowing he was still a crazy mafia. it took time for Ricardo to finally accept he was a Romero too

But she was sent first to the hospital to have her wounds treated. Andromeda Mondragon looked younger than her age. She was 25 years old. She had sharp eyes and a fierce gaze, and her powerful aura shone no matter what she wore (which, at this moment, was very ragged and dirty combat attire). Wherever she went, everyone would bow or salute her. She was, after all, the heiress of Dragon Security Empire. These elites were sent on covert missions all over the world to help win wars or defuse potentially disastrous situations and prevent wars. These were the unsung heroes of the nation.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Ricky came forward but Scott grabbed his shirt. “Don’t. That’s not Desmond anymore. It’s solely his wolf.” My father put his hand on my arm. “What do you want, Aamon? No one needs to get hurt.” His voice was low and he pulled his own presence back. He even bared his neck to me.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.