Cerdos En La Sala Novels & Stories

“ I thought I would meet someone here…." “ Maybe he's in the Straightjacket. “ He stared at me, his pupils dilated. “ Once you enter here, you never leave. I swallowed dryly. This was a hospital, not a prison or torture, to be honest. Another patient arrived and sat on the table, without saying a word, he looked like the living dead. He breathed deeply and looked around. “ You won't eat Lourenço! “ He says, Cesar returning to the table. Young man remains silent and breathing deeply.

ELIZABELLA'S POV He's brought the dinner into his room that night. It's dark outside and I'm hungry, but I'm also confused. Cesar's sitting at the table in the far right corner of his room with his face illuminated only by the fire. I slowly walk to join him there, staring down at the plate of simmered, smoked meats and bread dipped in some kind of sauce. There's a goblet of wine in front of me. I look up at him and he just stares, waiting for me to sit.

The sound of a chair slamming back against a wall shattered the stillness. A tall man stood at the center of the room, his jaw clenched, eyes burning beneath the dim golden light. Zavier Garcia, a name whispered in fear across continents, slammed his fist onto the heavy wooden desk, cracking the glass ashtray that sat untouched beside him. "Ellos estan muertos?" His voice was quiet — too quiet. (Translation: They’re dead?) "Sí, señor." the trembling man across from him stammered. (Translation m: Yes, sir.)

Caraline paused for a moment, then resumed walking. Diego took a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button. A large screen appeared on the wall. "Guess who I've got now?" Diego laughed. "Isn't this dog so cute and cuddly?" Caraline turned around again. Her gaze quickly fell on the screen. She was shocked to see Deric unconscious in a chair with a rope wrapped around his body.

Eli did not get the chance to finish her words because they suddenly heard the door open and then a loud voice sounded. “I'm back!” said Celo in his loud voice. He walked inside the room without forgetting to close the door, making his way to the couch where he left the two and still sitting on it. “Oh, I knew it!” said Dizen, almost clapping his hands as he watched his friend bringing some foods that he couldn't even recognize because there's so many of it so he just let him sit down and talk.

" Come with me," That came from Luis as he began to strode away with Diego trailing behind him. They soon got to a room, a room filled with nothing except a large screen television which stood tall at the wall. Plucking a remote from the corner of the television, Luis turned it on and after minutes of boosting, it showed the conference room where every member of the Night shaders were gathered. " We meet again Luis after several times of missing the conference," The Master, Pedro spoke first, digging his eyes on Luis.

Castle As soon as I stepped through the double doors at La Iglesia, the hushed murmurs crawling beneath the high ceilings died instantly. The scent of wood polish, dust, and old blood hung in the air as I moved slowly and deliberately toward the head of the long table, my boots thudding softly against the floor. They were already seated: Rowan, Fernando, Raymond, and Kaito. Their eyes flickered toward me, then away just as fast. They were all nervous, except Rowan.

⚜ Bidding. ⚜ We were about to step out of the room when Facundo walked in and whispered something in Sarah's ears then they both laughed. "Come on, move it!" he ordered and we followed. We moved in a line and went straight to another room near the living room where the bid was to take place. From there I could hear some music from the living room, people talking, some laughing while others just shouting. Someone yelled. "The Formosa brothers are here!"

Inside the VIP Room The VIP room was eerily quiet, the soft lighting casting a serious, almost foreboding mood. The pale walls reflected the dim light, giving the room a cold, heavy ambiance that could make anyone anxious. Levie stood in one corner, holding the documents that eased his worries, while Dr. Teresita approached slowly. A faint smile graced her lips—one that carried hidden emotions and the weight of an order that contradicted her principles.

My heart longed for Darina, now more than ever. “You can’t treat us like some stud animals.” Sal roared. “Watch me.” Vasquez said. I heard a clicking sound like a microphone being turned off. We were left in the silent, dark room. “I don’t fucking believe this!” Sal slapped his palm against the wall. “After all that and here we are, stuck again.” “It won’t help if you lose your shit, Sal.” Darius told him. He sat down calmy on the cold, hard floor.