Novel & Cerita Charles Montemayor

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

Sunny looks at the painting hanging just behind his table. She was startled when she heard the door open and Havoc Montemayor comes in. The picture doesn't justify how good-looking he is in person. He has this dark aura partnered with his emotionless face. Contrary to how formal she imagined him to be, right at this moment, he's just wearing a simple black shirt, pair of jeans, and white sneakers. The guy goes straight to the table and sits on the chair. He's looking at the papers in front of him and just a few seconds later, he's now rubbing his temple in frustration.

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

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.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

Nervousness takes over me, but it's now or never! — Good evening everyone! I want to apologize to you, I know that now the anthem of the Champions should be playing, it will play... Late, but it will play! Anyway... I'm Raúl Ibañez , defender and captain of Real Madrid, I know this is not news to anyone, but who is now talking to you is not the football player, but a guy who has been madly in love with a girl for too long... — I take a deep breath, lower my head and continue. — Alana Garcia, could you come over here to the lawn, please?

"CASSIDY CORREA VILLALOBOS" THE PRIVATE meeting continues inside the huge office of the Monroe's mansion, Zandro's eyes keep on sticking around the people that his family has been serving for how many decades now. The Monroes and his respectable parents were good friends which actually started with the late Don Honoracio Inocencio Monroe who has been nothing but a charitable and great leader dating back to the early 1940s. The different charity events he founded were what gives his father— retired Lt. Col. Arquero Augusto Vizmanos— the chance to attain an education which led him to the successful life he has today.