Bruno X Mariano Novels & Stories

“But Christian said -!” “And Romano said,” Andre growls, stepping forward to challenge his brother, “that Bambi was to give Marino whatever he wants. Do you seriously think that Romano isn’t going to have your head, and Christian’s, and mine, and hers if you fuck this up for him!?” Frankie snaps his jaw shut, glaring at Andre.

“I promised things and made deals banking on your father’s support, that arrogant bastard. I put up with you for nothing, and you’re not even good as a broodmare. Give me the damn rejection or I’ll take it by force!” His blond hair bristled with the roar that made me squeeze my eyes shut. In the middle of all that pain, a broken, half-crazed laugh tore out of my throat. “So all those promises and sweet words were you craving Bianchi power...” This man never loved me. “If you already know, then don’t resist anymore,” he said as he straightened, going back to his seat and taking Marcella’s hand in a soft caress. “My mate has suffered enough, and it’s time she takes her rightful place,” he decl

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Helena asks nervously, pulling Marcelo's arm. "Finding you a suitor, sis," he responds with a smile. "Marcelo!" the lady seated next to him scolds, tugging at his shirt in vain. "Please, don't do this to your sister." "What's your name?" Marcelo asks. "Bruno." "Do you want to be someone's boyfriend for a 'happy birthday'?" Marcelo asks Bruno. "I accept." Bruno surprises everyone at the table with his response.

She was young and beautiful, and she had long, flowing hair. "Who are you?" Bruno asked. "I am Maria," the woman said. "I am De Mario's wife." She said pointing a gun at him. She's really scared as she can't steady her hands. Bruno looked at Maria, and he saw the pain in her eyes. And then he said, “Well well well.. this is getting quite interesting." "I'm sorry," Bruno said. "I didn't mean to hurt him. But your husband here has done a really really bad thing and my patience has been outrun."

"In that regard, I can't compare to your methods." "Watch your mouth!" Harriet's voice turned icy. "In front of your elders, who do you think you are, speaking so brazenly?" "I only distinguish between those I must protect and those I must guard against," Bruno said without backing down. "To the former, I show respect regardless of status. As for the latter--even if their position is exalted, they're someone people instinctively avoid." "You--" "Ms. Harriet," Bruno interrupted, pulling out his phone, "General Ferdinand has already agreed to my marriage with Rebecca. If you believe I have no right to stand here, I don't mind asking him to explain it to you personally--right now."

Marco is a violent man, and I’ve heard some horror stories, while Bruno is younger, a sweet guy for the most part, even though he may have a bit of a drug problem. That’s not unusual in his line of work, though, and he’s certainly got the money and support for rehab if he ever needs it. Marco may be more straight-edge, only partaking in a couple of drinks socially and never overdoing it, but his personality is a lot more cut-throat, and I think Elora deserves someone who looks at her the way that Bruno does. Not like he owns her, like Marco does, but like he just loves every move she makes. I wish I had that.

“What did you mean?” “You know how these cartels are,” I said, looking at Gabriella. She looked down at her lap, avoiding looking at me as she knew that she was put in the same situation when she was forced to let her daughter go. It pained her, I knew that very well, but we knew that we crossed this path together, and we were not going to get out of it as those who lost because we chose to be affectionate. Mariana, on the other hand, was a whole different story. The woman often believed that she was to keep her son safe from the wrath of Gabriella, little did she know that we were trying to make her son an ally. A shame that we lost a strong man like himself, that is something that I had to

Mark snapped over the phone as he had not expected Damian to easily sign over the entire T-Group to his younger brother. "Don't make this harder than it already is. What's so difficult about getting married to Maria Milian? She is beautiful, a graduate, a medical practitioner, and will assist the entire group," Mr. Mark explained over the call as Damian listened with rapt attention while still seated in his home office chair. "Is that all you have to say to me, Father?" he finally asked, his voice colder than his dad's.

The guy's jerks are very rough and far from gentle, but Aranjo really enjoys rough lovemaking. Aranjo did not dare speak loudly, moans and screams were restrained by her. The general was filled with lust and anger. However, it makes their romance even hotter and more tempestuous. Aranjo first reaches the climax, and the general is still trying to reach the climax. This is really delicious, Aranjo really likes this. After Aranjo reaches the second climax, the General finally reaches his climax. Ming Hao hugged Aranjo's body so strongly and poured his entire core into the woman. They hugged for quite a while and after their breathing was regular again, Ming Hao just released Aranjo's body.