Cecil Carlos Novels & Stories

"Goerge said I should give you my details, so you can set an appointment with me when he is ready, so he won't forget" Cecilia said and the secretary smiled. "You know I am really important to your boss, so don't let him forget our set date" she added and the secretary smiled again. Cecilia called out her digits and the secretary wrote it down. "What's the name, ma'am?" She said and Cecilia proudly responsed. "Cecilia Martins" she said and the secretary looked up immediately like she was bewitched. "You mean Cecilia Martins, the renowned ex wife of the CEO. The woman who left her daughter when she was just three month."

, he stated carelessly making Alice glare at the imaginary image of him. “Carlos you bribed them with ice cream!! Who does that?!”, she asked with her hand threw in the air in dismay. Carlos frown over the phone,”was that what they told you, that I bribed them to keep quiet? Oh such little traitors! they begged me for that ice cream and now they are calling it a bribe? Huff! So ungrateful those ones!”, he muttered lowly. Hearing his huff over the phone made Alice rolled her eyes, the man she was currently talking with was Carlo Rodriguez, the son of the multimillionaire Santiago Rodriguez. He’s managing the Rodriguez companies but has the links to the dirtiest and deadliest gangs, mafia and

He tried to process the words, but they wouldn’t settle. Celine Santos. The daughter of the president. "Wait," Caleb’s voice cracked, his mind struggling to catch up with the revelation. "You’re telling me… that Zoey was the president’s daughter?"

Immediately I got to the bathroom, Kylian texted me again. He says that Oliver has been hurt and they need my help. I go to the principal’s office to tell her I need to leave. I can leave on my own, but I want to keep a good reputation as a good student. As I got to the office, Justin rushed out. She run past me like I wasn’t there. I asked the principal and she said Justin's brother is involved in an accident. That must be from the destruction Kylian and the others had caused. After the principal permits me to leave, I get to my car and zoom out of the school premises.

Mom? -Aphrodite- "Cadmar! How'd you do that?!" I laughed when he looked at me with his mouth filled with watermelon. "Do what?" He said while watermelon fell out of his mouth. He then got smacked on the side of his head by Zeke. "Don't talk with your mouth full!" Zeke said but he has mangos falling out of his mouth too. I roll my eyes while Cadmar smacks him back. "Don't touch me."

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Once downstairs, Eliza goes to find Carlos in the cafeteria; he’s really leaning into his Mexican heritage at the moment. Carlos is an old Mexican man, wearing tired looking jeans, and a red checked flannel shirt and a white apron. He’s a nice guy, five-six, with darker tan skin, and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that show his age. He has a grey moustache, short grey hair and dark brown eyes. He’s the chef here, and a marvellous one at that. He beams at her,

Tipid niyang tugon. Nanatiling kunot ang noo ko. Ano na naman kayang trip ni Elian? "Ano raw po gagawin ko riyan?" "'Yang kotse,” Sumulyap pa si Manang Cecil doon. “Sa iyo raw ‘yan.” Napa-atras naman ako. Binigyan ko nang hindi makapaniwala na tingin si Manang Cecil. Seryoso ba siya? Bakit naman ako bibigyan ni Elian ng kotse? Hindi ba siya aware na sobra na lahat ang naitulong niya sa akin. Iyong pagpapatuloy nga rito, sobrang laking abala na. Tapos bibigyan pa ako ng kotse?

he said. He threw a contract at me. "Carlos specifically asked for you. I'll give you a chance to live as long as you make him happy tonight," he said. Carlos, that perverted illegal arms dealer who loved using precise instruments to torture and kill women in bed. Cesare was willing to send me to hell to protect his smuggling business while I was seriously ill. I clenched the bedsheet tightly and stared at his handsome yet ruthless face.