Aura Carlos Fuentes Novels & Stories

Once downstairs, Eliza goes to find Carlos in the cafeteria; he’s really leaning into his Mexican heritage at the moment. Carlos is an old Mexican man, wearing tired looking jeans, and a red checked flannel shirt and a white apron. He’s a nice guy, five-six, with darker tan skin, and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that show his age. He has a grey moustache, short grey hair and dark brown eyes. He’s the chef here, and a marvellous one at that. He beams at her,

I will tell you everything. A few days later, on another humid Tuesday, Yna was busy scrubbing down the counters and restocking napkins when her manager Carlos walked in, wiping sweat from his forehead but wearing a broad, happy smile. Carlos was Filipino too, originally from Cebu, and he had taken Yna under his wing the moment she arrived in Havana. He had helped her find a small apartment nearby, taught her how to get around the city, and even given her extra shifts whenever she needed more money. In the months she had been here, he had become like a favorite uncle to her.

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

“You know as well as anybody that our father hates seeing me there, so it’s just better if I stay here, don’t you think? I smiled at him. I’ve been thinking of my problem, but mine isn’t even compared to his. Luca, my favourite brother and just two years older than me. He’s kind, compassionate, sweet, and, unlike the rest of my brothers, actually loves me. My father’s dislike for him stems from the fact that he is not a ruthless killer like the rest of them. Luca can’t point a gun straight without trembling, and the sight of blood makes him vomit. And my father called him his biggest embarrassment.

About the Author Aura Ruedas Jacinto goes by the pen name, Aura. She is from Toril, Davao City, Philippines and was born in Cotabato. She received her nursing degree from Davao Doctors College in 2009. Last 2019, she was chosen as one of Wattpad’s stars. Right now, she has stories under paid program from different online platforms and is functioning as a freelance editor. She is a nature and animal advocate. An otaku and a sucker of dark fantasy and supernatural tales, she sometimes get bold; probably the reason why she made it to writing.

Last but not least, he called on those who could help him speed up the process in Schlumlate City, something very difficult but not impossible, to prevent Sara from being brought back to Pueblo Soreno. He also kept in touch with Ramirez to make sure she was okay. **«»** At dawn, Carlos was more than ready, it wasn't as if he had slept … the memories, the doubts, the discussions with Sara occupied his mind enough to avoid any possibility of sleep all night. That morning, after completing the meetings he had scheduled and obtaining the documents he needed, Carlos prepared to go to the police station as soon as lunchtime ended. He introduced himself as Charles Feraud (his father's name and his

"Bring him in." A few minutes later, the heavy double doors of the drawing room were opened, and Tony stepped in with Carlos Fuentes just a step behind him. Carlos was shorter than I expected. He was slim and wiry, with greying temples and a constant twitch in his jaw like he was barely holding something back. His eyes swept across the chandeliers, the paintings and the furniture, and it was obvious that he was impressed by the display of wealth and power. His awe was barely concealed, but the second his gaze landed on me, it shifted into something else. "You're the Capo I've been summoned to meet?" he asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Forgive me, but I was under the impression this was D