Author Of Montello High Novels & Stories

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

I read what was written on the top of his cover and just smiled. "For the past three years' till now, Lucas Nixon Montiero has always been a number one business tycoon here in the Philippines and other places of the world." So I opened the magazine and the first thing that came to me was his face, he became more handsome and his face matured, even more, his eyes became more mysterious and deepened when he stared at you. I read the interview with him. “Who's your inspiration 'till now Mr. Montiero? ” "My girlfriend."

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW With Karina in his arms, he continued his journey to Mountain Mulnora where the person who knew of how to get rid of him was. He looked down at the woman he was carrying and smiled. She really knew how to make a wolf happy with the body she had. If she was a mated she-wolf, he would have hunted down her mate and killed him.

Damn, I'm hype! "So, since you are our future front line assets, can you introduce yourself" He points his finger at me and looks with a quizzical face. I stand up and introduce myself. "I'm Maria Isabela Monedero. I'm 24 years old," Single and ready to mingle. "I love to write romance tragedy genres and have joined many contests before, but I'm embarrassed to say this. I never actually won any of them, but I always get in second place or third place." As I introduce myself, I notice four guys entering the room.

he snapped at me. I steeled my insides, knowing he was in pain because his woman was in pain, though that was putting it mildly. Jess Montell had been a parole officer when we met, and then she went legit, becoming an in-demand painter. But that one call set her on a different path, and she was now helping to run the West family Mafia business alongside her man, my best friend.

"Get it as soon as you can. Those who don't work don't eat here, and as far as I know, you eat with all the others, don't you? Do everything as I order and you'll be fine, just like the others." "Ok..." - I tried to retreat, but I had my bravo pulled towards me and the bastard speaks perfect Spanish, has a hoarse and fucking hot voice and I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. "Sir!" "Okay... Mr. Monroeli. Is that good?" "Fine. I'll be up in 15 minutes, I want a scotch on the rocks in my room."

As I was passing the front door, my steps were abruptly stilled by the knocking that came from the other side of it. Moments later, and the last thing I expected to see when I swung the door open, was the sight of a man in a suit. His hair was perfectly combed and he held a briefcase in hand. About him was an air of authority as he inquired in a smooth voice, "Miss Mills?" At his question, I nodded, squinting against the brightness of the day as I peered at him. "Can I help you?" "My name is Richard Stevens," he replied. Afterward, extending his hand, he continued, "I'm an attorney representing the estate of the late Mr. Torin Montero."

“Lu, don’t do this!” “Put the gun down! Let the woman and child go.” “Lu!” “Her name is Montessa Tavor. I kidnapped her from Nevada. Carried her from place to place with me.” “Lu, stop it!” Montessa was crying in earnest now. The fire danced and consumed behind her. She saw her shadow, Lu’s shadow, moving in fits and jerks in front of them. A strange sense of déjà vu, and she remembered watching their flaring shadows cavorting around before. Holding hands. Being together.

The door slammed open just then and all heads snapped to the door. A tall robust man in a crisp black suit, casually strode in with two other men on his tail. Pipe hanging on dark lips, head bald and a face carved from hell. Don Montello; Costa Nostra’s roughest famiglia who built their empire through outlaw biker culture. Alessandro’s shoulders flexed with sudden wrath as his blood turned molten steel. He jerked up to his feet immediately, the table rattling from the force as he reached for the man’s suit and slammed him painstakingly against the wall it almost left a dent.

“Put your penis in your trousers. you'll have all the fun when she's done” “Once she breaks that contract. I wouldn't be sure I could call you my brother” Manolo raised his hands as though he was surrendering. I walked past him angrily. I took off to meet William. ••••• Montelle stopped by the mansion. I had called her earlier to meet with Adeline regarding the charity event. She was in the high class and knew a lot of people from her modeling days. Montelle knew the right publishing house to go to and most certainly knew the right people to