Cerdos En La Sala Novels & Stories

"All units, take note of a potential threat to Mr. Ashford. There should converge on the east service corridor." The music continues, as people dance and laugh and drink, completely unaware that somewhere in this building, violence is about to erupt. I count the seconds. Thirty. Forty. Sixty. Then I hear it, a sharp crack that sounds like a gunshot, but is muffled by walls, distance, and the orchestra. Immediately, the ballroom goes quiet. And I hear someone scream, chaos erupts almost immediately. DANTE Torres is faster than I expected. He comes at me from the shadows of the service corridor, his knife already swinging. I dodge left, feeling the blade whisper past my ribs, and drive my fist

I summoned up courage and pushed the handle of the door, stepping into Carlisle seething, hunched over the table while Gomez just stood at he corner with his hands behind his back. The room was not exactly in as much chaos as I thought it would be. There were papers on the floor, the chairs were exactly arranged and just as id expected, there was liquid dripping off the wall to the side with the glass pieces on the floor. Carlisle looked back at me, obviously hearing the door opening. “What is going on?” He didn't respond. Instead, he walked away, slamming the door on his way out. I turned to Gomez for an answer and he just gave me the most painful smile I'd ever seen and immediately went ba

Dante entered the room and sat where he was politely instructed by the staff. ….. “Sir? Pardon me, but Mr. Guevarra and the other Board members are already waiting in the Meeting Hall.” Rio’s secretary whispers at him. “Well then, I shall head there now.” He gets up on his swivel chair but just about he takes a sip of his coffee he felt nauseous. It’s that same feeling. That familiar feeling again. “But why, why in a time like this.” He speaks to himself. He sat back in his chair and images flashed back in his mind.

The trap had been waiting for them. Gunfire exploded through the hallways. They had walked right into it. Dino and Lorenzo heard the gunfire. Lorenzo growled, “They knew we were coming.” Dino clenched his jaw. “Then we improvise.” They sprinted down the corridor. Suddenly, a steel door slammed shut in front of them. From the speakers, Sanchez’s voice filled the room. “You boys are predictable.” A monitor flickered on. Isabella was on the screen, bound to a chair.

The basement floor of the casino was brightly lit, with sections for high-stakes gambling, wine tasting, and late-night dining, all cleverly separated by spending categories. The place buzzed with excitement, luxurious yet not chaotic, showcasing the venue's unique charm. Chloe sat with Cynthia in an opulent private room, holding a drink in her hand. Cynthia was already showing signs of being tipsy. When Chloe first stood at the entrance of Paradiso, she realized that the "secret spot" Cynthia had mentioned was anything but ordinary. She wanted to leave immediately, but seeing Eamonn holding Cynthia close with a protective, almost theatrical tenderness, she found herself unable to walk away.

The dishes at the end of the table crashed on the floor and made crashing sounds, and another waitress rushed in, but Cafelle stopped her with a wave of hand and left them un bothered. Eder pressed his thighs together, lay his back on the wide couch, catching his breath, two of his hands covering his lips. “Don't make a sound, we don't want them to know we're playing something naughty” Cafelle comes closer, spreading Eder's legs, him in between “C-c-c-Cafelle, Cafelle please I want to come” he begged with tears. “Not that easy!you must last until thirty minutes, and you can come, hold it for a while I will ask them to deliver this instead to our room upstairs, walk straight Eder, come to roo

Mateo pushed past them, stepping over the threshold, and stopped dead in his tracks. The scene was pure chaos. Diego was standing in the center of the room, half-naked and screaming like a madman. I was huddled near the wardrobe, trembling violently, my hair a messy nest around my shoulders and my robe barely hiding the revealing lace underneath. My mother was still on the floor, groveling and wailing in Spanish.

I walked to stand alone, cos Vino was with Camille and they were making out at the far corner of the hall where the light was dim. “That was a very good mural, Miss Evans. I'm sure that every tourists that walk into this place will gain a thing or two from it” Mr Ernesto Cruz said as the emcee started calling the auction product. I walked out to the garden and sat at one swing in the corner gazing at the moon and stars as I tried to console my broken heart. I didn't know that Vino followed me until he sat down beside me on the swing. “That was a very good speech miss Evans” he said as he turned to face me, he saw the tears in my eyes and tried to wipe it, making me froze as his hand came in

The grand doors of the ballroom opened slowly, and a hush fell over the entire room almost instantly. Conversations died mid-sentence, glasses paused mid-air, even the string quartet softened their playing as if they, too, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Raymond Stewart had just walked inside.

'Miss Leela' He let the words flow from his lips, a dark chuckle eluding him, one audible to the ears of the girl on the stage. For a moment, she tensed up when she heard him laugh. Her tensed state was submerged when the doors of the room was pulled open for a man well dressed in a black suite to walk in and stepping forward to Cesar, he spoke. "BOSS, SHE'S AWAKE" he informed. The drink that was stirred in Cesar's hand suddenly stopped. A noticeable change in the air was felt and when Cesar lifted those dark eyes of his, an inquisitive yet daunting look crossed his face.