Carrero Novels & Stories

And she also didn't want to believe everything the caller said until someone else shared the same opinion. Adam sighed to clear his choked throat. Just as Diana had a wounded past, Karrel's disappearance was also a wound to Adam's family. "Karrel, he's my brother, Darren's uncle, the oldest child in our family, he's also an Alpha. And he was expected to lead Pack Kyne. But fate said otherwise." "We had a good relationship as brothers should. Until that moment, where he was caught in a relationship with your mother, Miranda. Our father, Darren's grandpa, was against their relationship because sorry, Miranda was a prostitute back then

The way Jericho sneered had me believing that he had a bad experience with whoever led the Italian mafia. "Because we don't need more heat on us and by killing this fucker, we may have created a problem for ourselves," Gunnar clapped a hand on Jericho's shoulder and squeezed gently, "we need to get ahead of this while we still can and then figure out how to handle Theo."

"Shut up, si, puttana?" I nodded, falling silent, before the ping sound of Candy Crush reverberated through the car. "Hey, Alessandro?" I asked nervously. It wasn't my fault I was suddenly talkative, okay? I wanted to bite my tongue off, but I just couldn’t shut up for some reason. "What level are you on?" The other man chuckled deeply at that. "Oh, I hope Don keeps her. She's fun." "Who's Don?" I asked. "Seven eighty-three." Alessandro said.

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

If she had been thin before, she looked even more frail and aged now. "Let’s go, Mariela, Corazon. That’s the boss. Don’t call him Aslan," Mang Tino said hurriedly as he loaded the heavy bags into the white closed van. The name "Hacienda Escobar" was painted on both sides of the vehicle. "Wh-What do you mean, 'master'?" Mariela stuttered, but Aslan turned his gaze to the vendor, who handed him the kiwis. He paid for it. "Master. He's our master at the resort," Tino replied, which made Aslan look back at his mother.

“You think stepping foot in this godforsaken palace of pleasure pays the toll? No, no, my friend. I want something better. Access to your northern shipment route. Temporarily. One month. That’s all.” I didn’t answer immediately. He saw the pause and lifted a brow. “I could give the name to someone else. Your rivals pay just as well. They also bring better wine.” “One month,” I said. “You touch nothing marked for Sicily.” “Done.” He poured himself a glass of something amber, swirling it before taking a sip. “The name…” he said, voice lower now, “is Moretti.” My eyes narrowed. “Carlos?” He gave a slow nod. “Mmh. Carlos Moretti. Young. Loud. Still piss-wet behind the ears but reckless enough to

I think it would also be a good opportunity for both of us to take a stroll along the way. As soon as she parked her car, Selena caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the rear mirror. Pierre Fowler? The man was seen with a new car, a red Lamborghini with the word ‘Veneno’. In fact, it was a Spanish word that meant venom, which later became the name that was known to everyone.

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They walked through the path without being noticed, it was like the people around there couldn't care less about who they were. “These people sure know how to mind their business ” Dove mumbled. There was a royal carriage with the Volterra family insignia on it that came from the road that cut through the path Amaria and her allies followed. The Hybrid who was still hidden in the shadows picked up a familiar scent, the scent was the same scent he picked up when he was searching for Amaria. The scent forced in a vague fragment of his memory that time and this time it was the same. When the carriage passed, the scent disappeared immediately and the memories stopped.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.