Carmen Berzatto Novels & Stories

Despite the fact that decking him was probably the craziest thing I'd ever done, I wanted desperately to do it again. Zak lunged at me but Weber interjected, standing between myself and Zak. "We can't have that," he said. "She needs to be alive when Cain sees her." Zak glared at me with eyes that burned with hatred. "Who said I was going to kill her?" Weber chuckled to himself for a moment before pushing Zak to take a few steps backwards. "I don't think the boss would appreciate you maiming her either." Wait... What? "The boss?" I asked quickly.

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

“I don’t want charity.” “Good.” I handed him a card with a direct authorization code and no name. “Go to the labor office tomorrow. Give them this number. They’ll review your claim.” He studied the card, suspicion and hope warred across his face. “Who are you?” “Someone who dislikes paperwork being ignored,” I said, and walked on before he could ask more. Marcel caught up, his eyes wide in surprise. “That code goes directly to the administrative council.” “Yes,” I said. “They’ll be terrified, but they will know that I am on to them.”

Heitor I wasn't just referring to the body. How could Bernardo keep jumping from branch to branch like that? "I have invitations for that pagode band you like, Catarina," he said, ignoring my words. "I believe there's a mistake," I pointed out. "Catarina doesn't like pagode. It must be someone else, and you're confused." "Bernardo is right about me liking Pagode and also about my favorite band having a show in Rio tonight," Catarina explained surprisingly. "But I'll decline your invitation, Bernardo. If Heitor wants to join you guys, I can easily take a taxi."

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat at a secluded spot siping on the non-alcoholic wine in my hand. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson."

"What happened to the necklace I told you to wear, Bea?" Aurora points at her daughter in a way that Emma finds extremely unpleasant, she even notices how Beatriz's face tightens and her hands tense up. "Beatriz liked the choker Emma gave her, that's why she's wearing it tonight," Adriano replies in a persuasive but firm tone. He's trying to control himself, smiling so that the guests don't notice what's happening. "Ma io…” (But I…) "Ma dovresti salutare la nostra ospite, la mamma” (But you should greet our guest, mom), Santos interrupts, taking her by the elbow. "She's Mrs. Emma Carusso, my father's partner in the construction company."

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.”

She is the woman Evelyn wants to introduce as a project manager. “Okay, let me in.” “Good afternoon Mr. Taylor and Mrs. Taylor. I’m sorry if I interrupted your conversation. I just want to give this proposal for the company’s new project.” “Wait! Who are you?” “She is Betty Cruz. She is our new project manager. And Carmela will be her colleague.” “Evelyn! Did I permit you to hire a new project manager?” “Wait Loid, for your info I also have the right to hire someone, especially since we need her for a new project.”

"She is a weakness, although she is much more like her father's prisoner than anything else." "The way of certain Latin men," Lorenzo offered. "Not my way." I snapped my head in his direction, waiting until he held up his hands, taking a decided step backwards. "However, she now belongs to me." "I can help make it easy for you, my friend. My source was... invaluable given his life was at stake. Carmen Garcia is in the country. She will be performing a concert with the Miami Symphony Orchestra tomorrow night. She will also attend a fashion show in Miami in two days." Aleksei leaned over the table. "Two chances to extract your prize."

Authors POV Tessa and Camila arrived at Miss Rosetta, a stylish designer store Jamie had recommended earlier; one of the reasons why Monterrey has thrived was the amount of excellent talent thriving in the city. The boutique was renowned for its carefully curated selection of unique fashion pieces and accessories mastered by the one and only Rosetta Valdez, making it a favourite among the city’s elite class. The elegant displays and warm lighting created an inviting atmosphere that promised a luxurious shopping experience. Jamie was having the most fun, it was evident in the big smile lighting up his face as he welcomed them.