Blackie Escobar Novels & Stories

"Ate Diana is like my sister, Drey. I love my nephew and niece. They are part of my family. And one more thing, you're lonely if I just leave you here alone. I am a gentleman. I can 't do that to any girl. " "You can't humor me," I said and started eating. "I'm not making you laugh. I'm just telling the truth." "By the way, congrats on your graduation. We haven't heard." "Thank you." I ate quietly. I entertained some calls after. I was in the middle of calling Ate Dulce when I saw a breaking news on TV. It was as if I had landed on the seat and let go of the cellphone. Priscilla Escareal of Escareal Holdings, the socialite behind the huge drug den in Biliran, caught hiding in a private islan

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"Ate Diana is like my sister, Drey. I love my nephew and niece. They are part of my family. And one more thing, you're lonely if I just leave you here alone. I am a gentleman. I can 't do that to any girl. " "You can't humor me," I said and started eating. "I'm not making you laugh. I'm just telling the truth." "By the way, congrats on your graduation. We haven't heard." "Thank you." I ate quietly. I entertained some calls after. I was in the middle of calling Ate Dulce when I saw a breaking news on TV. It was as if I had landed on the seat and let go of the cellphone. Priscilla Escareal of Escareal Holdings, the socialite behind the huge drug den in Biliran, caught hiding in a private islan

Almost condescendingly, Bale continues, "Okay, you know what? You know what, Joe? I'm going to tell you a little secret, right now. A Classified State Secret." "I don't wanna know.", Joe rebuffs. "Well, you're gonna hear it anyway!.." Bale retorts. And Joe bites his lower lip again. "Eric Sanchez is not the real leader of the Pierda drug ring. He may be one of the main distributors in the States, but he is mostly just an errand boy and a money launderer! The real Capo is a much more ruthless and powerful man. No one knows what he looks like. No one knows where he is from. No one even knows his fucking name. Some call him 'El Sol'. Others call him 'El Fuego'. And his most recent alias.. is 'E

"Never again. I promise baby. Never again." We made love to each other over and over again until I could no longer feel my legs. I was so damn sore, I just knew I was not going to be able to walk right tomorrow. "Why did you leave Xi? And why the hell did you have body guards?" I asked in a melancholic whisper. My hands softly caressing his chest. My head resting on his arm. I was a bit scared of his response, but something in me already knew the answer. His dad was a mobster.

He greeted everyone and as soon as we said grace his phone went off and he excused himself from the table . When he came back he didn't seem like himself and Ell also picked up the same vibe . After cleaning up he called me aside to talk. " Cleo are you fine?" " Except for Massa not calling I'm fine. What's going on? I can see it in your eyes ... Something's not okay..." " Please sit down . " I took a seat and he sat opposite me and winced. " There was a shooting yesterday at Massa . It was a hit carried out by a rival gang ."

Georgina caught sight of Matteo, who had taken his position at the other end of the table. Matteo's expression shifted, his demeanor becoming more serious as he signaled to someone nearby, mirroring Marcelo's gesture with his guard. A figure emerged from a corner of the casino room, burdened by the weight of two heavy bags clutched in each arm. With measured steps, the person made his way towards Matteo.

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

I inquired. "Of course, you don't get compliments from such a handsome dude like me every day," he explained. "Well I didn't appreciate your compliment, take it back," I said "I'm afraid I won't be able to." It's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Pablo Escobar, and I used to work for the Black Mafia. How about you, baby?" He casually introduces himself and must be pleased to be a member of The Black Mafia. I wasn't surprised; from all indicators, I knew he was a member, which is why I was still observing his demeanour.

VINCENZO leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he scrolled through his phone. His timeline was a mess-every news outlet, every gossip blog, and even random social media users were talking about the same thing. **Oswald Dino Escobar spotted on a dinner date with Queen Wilberforce!** **The Ruthless Billionaire shows a soft side?!** **Apology text? Oswald Escobar? Unbelievable!**