Blackie Escobar Novels & Stories

You can't handle losing control, can you? But, as we are just sitting there, somebody approaches us. "Hey!" it's Mr. Escobar, Cisco's dad. "You don't really have tickets to Ricky Martin, do you?" "No. I guess that was an excuse to trick you to come here, so we can communicate." Charlotte's keen observation in action, folks! "Communicate?! Have you met Cisco?!" Mr. Escobar bursts in anger. "Shuush!" the librarian hovers around us with disgust. Even the old man is taken by her grimace.

I watch as Bolt (Hendrix) dashes out from the right. I hear another growl and see Eskimo (Paxton) come up from behind. I look for Dimitri and Orion. Instead of their human bodies I am met with a fucking gigantic black wolf with Amethyst eyes and an amethyst crescent moon on the side of his left ribcage. He comes from in front of us. I froze, he stands at least 7 feet tall on all four legs. Dimitri....

Shortly after, he got a call from Antonio saying, “Pastor James has been released without a ransom paid." “What did your friend say to you over the phone? Doctor Escobar asked Antonio in the ward. He was standing next to Antonio as he witnessed everything that happened. Antonio was shocked to the bone. He kept staring at his phone and wondered why ALEJANDRO had to end the phone call in such a disrespectful manner. Escobar raised another question that was left unanswered. That was the attitude that pushed his button and made him lose his cool. “He will be here soon. He just spoke with my son,”

"Come a little closer and say that again. Let's see just how easy I am to break, Scuderi." I hear Vanessa gasp but I pay no heed. Momma's tears and Papa's pain have haunted me every single night for the past ten years, while this evil creature walks free, with zero worries. Escobar regards me silently for a few minutes. Then he gets up from his chair and advances towards me. Just a bit closer. He finally comes to a halt before me. He tilts my chin upwards with his walking stick, the mockery in his eyes wrecking havoc on my senses.

His tone came with so much command. Hearing this brought some sort of curiosity to Mark, he didn't hesitate to take a seat opposite him, like earlier. There was silence for a moment with just their breaths being heard, not until the man in black spoke up. “You've always wondered and asked about my name on different occasions, but I refused to tell you only because I was waiting for a day like this, so I'll just go straight to the point.” “My name is Pablo Escobar…” As soon as those words spilled out from his mouth, realization dawned on Mark.

"I mean, we are at the background, staring at a woman that led us to a strip club that turned out to be another building for some sort of activities we know nothing about and here we are, answering an instruction from a man who we barely know. A man who wants us to make a decision for him. What the fuck is wrong with you man? Are you high on drugs? Do you take Cocaine?" Carlos laughed as he smashed his right palm on his forehead as if to calm a terrible blood flow going on there. "Do I look like fucking Escobar to you?" "Who is Escobar?" Michael asked. "Pablo Escobar is a popular and influential Colombian drug lord who burnt millions of dollars to save his daughter life," Savannah answered.

A tall male with blonde hair pushed back and gun in his right hand strolled about halfway to us and stopped. "I am Liam Graves," the man voiced "I am the one you would consider a leader in the compound." "Liam this is Mary, Lilac, Scarlet, Lilly and I am John. We would like to seek sanctuary with you and we will contribute any way we can." "You would need to go through a process of making sure you aren't infected before we can offer you a place within the compound." Liam seemed to be open into letting us stay. "Let me escort you to the tent just inside the gate, that is where we will have you strip and be searched for any bites the look infected."

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."