Novelas y relatos de C.h.a.o.s.

Behind security guards. Protected. Watched. Contained. I hated that the word protected had started sounding suspiciously similar to imprisoned. The car turned onto the road leading toward the Bramhall estate. I glanced down at my phone again. Another notification appeared. This one wasn't from social media. I frowned. There was no name attached to it. Just an unknown number. I opened it. For a second, I didn't understand what I was looking at. Then my stomach dropped. It was a photograph. My fingers went cold.

Solana adds teasingly. Ahh, okay. It's Giovanni, the eldest Volkanov son. Whew. I can't help but be a little relieved he isn't Luca. Gio has a cool, broody presence and that scowl he's perfected puts me a little on edge. I would have no idea how to talk to him. He's far too intimidating.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

I took that as a good sign but I kept my face a placid mask so she wouldn't see my gratification. "My name is Sydney Holt. I'm the Alpha of Alphas. It's nice to meet you, Alpha Victor," a meek smile crawled onto her mouth, "if I remember correctly, and there's a chance that I don't," a frown stole that smile as she glared at our joined hands, "you hated being called Alpha." I dropped her hand. "He still hates it," Saint piped in with an elated wave and an almost child-like grin showing off both rows of her teeth, "hi, I'm Saint, the Big Man's Beta. Really is an honor to meet you."

“America does not have amnesia and she is fine. Do you even know her, America?” “No.” She rubs the finger that I touched earlier. Charles turns to me, “So she doesn’t know you. Why don’t you get the fuck out?” “H.S” I muttered as I kept my eyes on Charles. “That’s what’s written on your tattoo, America. You don’t know me now but I will do everything I can to make you remember who I am to you.” I walked away from them as I head to the door but before I left, “The part of me that is you never died, Merry. And I know that I am in there too.”

They are cool and good at almost everything. They gave no attention to guys until Huxley came. Huxley came up with his own group or rather gang. He called it the ‘CHC’ which stands for ‘Cool and Hot Champs’. The abbreviation is not nice to say, but the meaning was quite good. So, the CHC started to date the OMGs which I think shouldn’t be right. You see, in life, there’s always going to be the cool and cuter ones, and there are always going to be the less cute ones. The cuter ones are supposed to date the

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

Cassie kept herself attentive, not allowing anyone to disturb her as she writes down every story that Alpha Arva told. Soren chuckled; he must’ve learned not to disturb Cassie right now. “Far beyond being lucky. I am blessed. Cassie never fails to tickle my heart with her poetic words. Her beatific soul is truly contagious; like a good illness, hoping that I could have it forever and never to cure.” Greg snickered. “You sounded like Cassie already.” Everyone who heard Greg laughed while Chloe pinched Greg’s ear to shush him. “But, dear, there is no such thing as ‘good illness.’”

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.