B Madron Novels & Stories

“You said San Martin? I know some folks there. Who’s his mother?” A brief pause, likely to ask Jeric. “Sonia Gardo,” she said. “I’ll update you once I’m there…” The line began breaking up. “I might lose signal and—” The call was cut. Mabel tried calling back, but Arah couldn’t be reached anymore. His muscles tensed, but he forced out a slow breath and returned to his chopping. He’d talk to Arah later. This would be the last time he’d allow her to go anywhere but with her friends.

I silently hoped he’d forgotten to tell his driver to take me home. Mr. Alonzo’s smile was cold. “Don’t worry, Hazel. We’re just taking a little detour.” Panic flared in my chest. “I don’t want to go anywhere else. Please, just take me home.” He ignored me, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. My heart raced. I knew she had to do something, but what? Suddenly, a car pulled up alongside us, honking loudly. My eyes widened as I recognized the driver—Markos. He signaled for Mr. Alonzo to pull over. The limousine came to a reluctant stop, and Markos stepped out, his expression dark with anger.

MILAGROS Cordova was in her late fifties with thick salt and pepper hair and was the resident doctor of their family since time immemorial. The latter had slowly deteriorated in appearance, still, it didn't affect her ability as much as one would think. She was just incredibly dedicated to working at hand; even doing long hours of duty on weekends. "How is she?" Ira politely asked her. "Well, she's stable. Nothing serious, so don't be a worrywart." Doctor Cordova said to him as if that made it any better.

He pried her fingers away from him and stated plainly, “She has been with me for many years. Even a dog is still worthy enough of emotional attachment.” Clarice stumbled backward. Her makeup was smudged with tears. "You'll regret this…” The black Maybach sped away. Clarice's figure began to shrink in the rearview mirror until it vanished into the nighttime horizon. Arthur rolled down the car window to let the cold wind rush in, and yet, it was not enough to tune out the chaotic voices in his head. He received a few more texts from his assistant. “Mr. Renault, we found out that Miss Buccaneer contacted a company specializing in cultural activities in a neighboring city. They refused to disclo

“Thiz bebe iz very expenzive. A zupprezzed viper300 in titanium.” Yrah’s eyes widened and her heart thudded in excitement. Was this the breakthrough they needed? “You know what that iz? Pwe. Is? Ano ba ‘yan, Frodo, nakakahawa ang mga Z mo.” Frodo stared at her in complete stupefaction while Agent Tejano and her Kuya Trojan broke out in laughter. “What did you zay, mam'zelle? Desolee, I do not zpeak alien. I do not understand.”

Her talon nails longer than ever and the flames in her eyes dancing about with so much fury that her gaze alone could burn the life out of a person. "You dare to play me! "Madre screams as she moves under a second to Rachel's front. "Ma... Mader, please... "Rachel begs as she knows her explanations are of no use. Madre won't believe her. Indeed fate has turned the tables on her. Madre stabs her talon nails into Rachel's stomach and Rachel Gasps as Mader twists the long nails in Rachel's stomach. Mader digs her hand deeper till she's wrist deep in Rachel's stomach and Rachels pupils shrink as blood gushes out her mouth.

One person. 'Madie!'

But those three years of deception, along with the ashes of the Valenti family, had long since been carried away by the Mediterranean wind. The world no longer had a mad Donna Valenti. There was only Stella Moretti, the brilliant strategist and queen of her own empire. The road ahead was long, the sky and sea boundless. My life was just beginning.

There was a quiet hope in her eyes as she waited for the answer. Regan chuckled gently. “Yes. He is that very man.” Marceline hesitated for a moment before asking another question. “Then… why isn’t he here?” This time, Regan blinked in mild surprise. “Miss… do you know who my master is?” She shook her head without hesitation. “No. That’s why I’m asking.” Regan exhaled slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My master… You may call him Zandrei,” he began. “He is… our leader. He oversees the entire organization and...”

—slipped partly into view. Bang! I crashed hard onto the floor, my knees and elbows striking painfully enough to leave dark bruises. Lying on the ground, I raised a trembling hand and struggled to open the door. "Madre!" Carlo rushed inside. At that moment, the door of the guest room next door was yanked open. Marco rushed in, his clothes disheveled. "What happened?" "Madre accidentally fell," Carlo reported with his head lowered, though his gaze briefly flicked toward the corner of the document peeking out beneath the rug.