Cabo 6 Novels & Stories

Aranjo still closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the man's body that was stuck right in his. Aranjo's tiny hand was placed on the King's chest, but still not moving. Something belonging to the King, attached to the abdomen of Aranjo began to react. This made Aranjo open her eyes and look up at the King who was so tall that Aranjo was only as tall as the man's chest.

Just then, Leo's phone rang. It was the company's finance director. Leo answered with shaking hands. The moment he put it on speaker, a panicked voice burst through. "Mr. Lovera, something's wrong. Swiss Bank just called, saying they've frozen the company accounts! We're supposed to pay ten million dollars today to the Colombian arms dealers. If that money doesn't clear, they're going to dump us in the ocean." Leo's hand jerked, and the phone nearly slipped from his grip.

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices. "1.000!" a voice said, i couldn't really see the person from the stage. The whole thing is just sickening. "We got 1.000-" "1.300!" "We got-" "3.000" "4.500!" "7.000!" "10.000!" "30.000!" "60.000!" "Oh, we got 60.000!" "90.000!" "Going once! Going twice! So-" before he could finish what he was saying, a guy walked up to the M.C and whispered something to him.

"Anything else?" "Her parents arrived in California some days ago, meanwhile look at the goddamned photos, Philip." Gabriel said and hung up. Philip scrolled to the place where Gabriel must have sent the photos and after just one look at the photo, he allowed his phone to drop on the floor.

I corrected. Ignoring this he continued. “There’s a Nano-chipped receptor implanted in your brain.” Carver paused to let that small matter sink in. “It acts as a receiver for a continuous broadcast from the Sending Hub. It transmits a constant stream of inhibitor messages to your frontal lobe, the area in your brain that makes short-term decisions. To cut things short, it stops you travelling more than a certain distance; the town boundaries of Capistrano.” “And how on Earth does it do that?” I marvelled at my own serenity. I’d been violated by these bastards but anger would get me nowhere.

Sebastien eventually walked away. “You have really pretty hair, princess,” Celeste quickly pointed out as she weaved through my hair. She had tied it into a braid where she had inserted the red flowers her brother foraged for her. She finished off and went down from the rock. Her little body struggling from the height, I held her hand and assisted her. She went in front of me with both of her hands placed on her waist. Her eyes glided down my hair to my face and with an approving look, she nodded as if satisfied with what she had done. She silently laughed when she saw her brother fast asleep on my lap.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

he clicked his tongue. "I, alone, Diego Cardenas can touch her without facing any major problem." The owner of the voice appeared and I swallowed hard. Diego Cardenas? The name didn't ring a bell and I didn't think we had been in any deal with him. Diego was as tall as Giovanni. However, less muscular but still very much fit and equally handsome. His face was sculpted, like a god and his eyes cold. But I'd have picked Giovanni over him if they were to be in the same room.