Cerdos En La Sala Mga Nobela at Kwento

Massimo said Coming into the room followed by his Dad Kris and Emelio . " Awwwwwwwwn he's having family time with his wife and son " Emelio teased . " Oh shut up " Fred said playfully and we all chuckled . " The De nero's would he on our neck for some time ....we all should be careful ...." Santiago was saying and when he realized red was in the room he fell Quiet . " Champ go take your bath first ...I'd be here waiting for you " Fred said and Red ran out of the room immediately .

He gestures to a row of plush chairs. But I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching me. A voice booms from the front of the hall, “Welcome to this year’s Syndicato Del Colmillo. Dons. Madams. If you’re all seated, we’ll begin the festivities.” Around us, the vampires settle at long tables. At each man’s side, a collared girl kneels on the floor. “You can’t have your pet on your thighs, Don Rafaele,” says a blond man across from us, his eye patch catching the light.

We anticipated her to find her fated mate—I was intrigued to meet my future son-in-law. “I’ll check Ceres’ chambers first,” I mumbled to myself as I marched away from Vito’s threshold. As I neared, my feet faltered. Ceres was bringing a young guy into her chamber, her face contorted in wrath. Then—SLAM! The door shut with force. What’s going on? “Goddess forbid! I denounce it!” she screamed from inside. The sound of cracking glass followed. My heart skipped. What in the world has gotten into her?

Casio’s POV The room was dim, lit only by a single swinging bulb that cast long shadows against the concrete walls. A metal chair sat bolted to the ground in the center of the room, and in it, slumped and bloodied, Ansaldo Cadell. His name was feared by many, but not by me. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, my expression cold as ice. There was no need to raise my voice or flash my weapon; the silence was more than enough.

"Surprised to see me?" “What...how...” She sputtered. "What is going on here Cesar? Is this some kind of joke or what?". Cesar walked around her chair, loosened her blindfold and removed it. "It's not a joke sweetheart. There's no camera filming this." He said. "This is real life." Annie rubbed her eyes before her eyes adjusted to the room. It was a room with no windows and an iron door and at the door was a big fearsome man.

"W... What happened that night?" Carmencita squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as the painful memory of the past flooded in. •••FLASHBACK••• The room pulsated with chaotic energy, a twisted symphony of laughter, music, and pain. In the center of it all sat the Mafia Lord, his throne encircled by his loyal subjects. They were a kaleidoscope of ruthlessness and brutality, their faces contorted into twisted grins as they watched the dancers gyrate on stage.

Fernando’s POV The doors of the large elegant hall burst open as Marlo, Mortis, Emilio, and the rest of my men flooded in behind me. Their shoes echoed against the polished floor like war drums, the sound reverberating through the tense silence of the room as I appeared with the same aura as a king would. The smell of cigars, expensive cologne, and fear combined in the air and I savored every second. Several Dons sat around the long mahogany table, muttering amongst themselves, confusion quickly turning into dread the second they recognized me.

she pleaded. But Dolores didn’t utter a word or look at her. The door of the room creaked open, and Fernando and his henchmen came into view. Fernando casually curled a leather whip around his wrist, his golden eyes locking onto Rosita. "Son of a bitch!" Rosita cursed.

[PRESENT] Diego was seated in the floor in his room, his face smeared with tears as those memories flood in. It was as if his wound was reopened. "Diego" He heard the voice of Candy, filled with worries. "Di, open the door" Candy plead lightly with a knock. Her eyes teared up, but she tried to hold it in. She could hear the man's light sob inside. "Please Di, let me console you" She sighed when he didn't respond. Maybe he wanted sometimes alone. She slowly sat on the floor, resting her back on her husband's door. Hearing his sob, broke her heart.

Meanwhile, Cesar was still in the bath, struggling with his hybrid, so hot that his body was about to melt. Estera swallowed nervously, what the fuck are she doing? How could she break into a single man's room, but the mere thought that he was inside sleeping with a prostitute literally made her lose her mind? "Caesar, are you here?" She said after she stood in the middle of the room, looking around in astonishment, but it had no effect. She grabbed the plate that was in her hand and moved to put it on the table, perhaps he is not in his room, and perhaps he has work to do.