Arturo Braga Novels & Stories

asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin. 'You can listen to me if I let you!' "Wow ...." exclaimed Aranjo as he jumped to his feet and walked around the Griffin. "You look different than you used to! there are differences!" said Aranjo still staring at Griffin. 'Sure! And you look different too!' "Nice to see you back friend!" said Aranjo who is currently standing in front of Griffin. 'Nice to see you back!' "Can I touch you?" asks Aranjo, she wants to feel the golden feather in her hand.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

A small insignia of a cub inside the egg appeared on my chest—I thought it was a male based on its form. The elder healer also helped me take care of the egg since I had a lot of responsibilities as the alpha of the tribe. I diligently visited the egg every dawn to incubate him and named him Ari, the lion of God. The elder healer took over once the sun rose and kept the egg warm by keeping the incubation room warm.

Arthur's POV “I’ve missed you so much, Arthur.” Tori hugs me so tight. I do miss her, but not suffocating hugs. I turn to Adrian who is standing behind Tori. “Adrian,” I boldly called him. “Arthur, It’s good to see you after a long time.” Adrian tells me. “I would say the same but I can’t place exactly why you’re here.” I was trying to get them to speak up already, why they are in my territory?

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End

“Who?” Rafael hesitated, then tapped the screen. A photo appeared. An older man in a suit with a scar across his left cheek. Miguel’s face paled. “Arturo de la Vega.” “Who?” Ximena asked again, firmer this time. Miguel’s voice dropped an octave. “A ghost. At least, that’s what we thought. Arturo was once an investor in Ricardo Enterprises. My father humiliated him after a failed deal. Arturo lost everything. He promised revenge. Then vanished.”

"You're funny Mr.Hale, aren't you informed that at the age of seventeen I'm an orphan and got adopted by Ferdinand Desanto your biggest rival." My eyes widened because of what Brigor said. Ferdinand Desanto is an Italian business tycoon, he owns the biggest organization around the world. "B-but why?" "Remember I'm not one of your family or slave, I'm your adversary." Brigor stood up and signals me to do the same, but I didn't. "Let's go, what are you waiting for?" Brigor asked me. I rolled my eyes at him and faced his Dad. "I'm sorry for your son's inappropriate actions, Uncle." I apologized on behalf of Brigor.

he said, his voice high-pitched, and his breathing off as though he had run here the second he heard I was in his parlor. Roberto Sabdoval was probably the most talented tattoo artist in the world, his art a force to be reckoned with, and I had come here because he was the last person to ever crush on my wife, her beauty caused a frenzy in the streets lately, every man was at great risk of what I would do if they looked at her in a way I did not like. He, on the other hand, would never make such a mistake; one, he was too scared of me to do that, and two, he was the most gay man in all of Brazil.

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”