Chino Moreno Young Novels & Stories

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

“I want the mango ones. No—wait. The chili mango. And the salted caramel chips. Do they have that?” Noel asked, barely blinking as he marched down the snack aisle of the luxury department store’s gourmet section. Vincenzo trailed behind him with two shopping bags in one hand, Mei asleep in the stroller with a lollipop still clutched in her tiny fist. His husband was in rare form. Again. Noel turned sharply. “Are you listening to me?”

She sat on the other side, and a tall, lithe man took the seat opposite me. Enzo claimed the chair at the head of the table, his hand finding my knee as soon as he sat down. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. “Scarlett, this is my Gamma, Devin.” Enzo nodded to the tall man opposite me. It wasn’t that he was exceptionally tall that made his height so noticeable; it was more his build, slim and chiselled for a werewolf, especially when he was sat next to Enzo, who was all broad shoulders and bulky muscle.

Her features include a square face, long wavy hair, downturned shaped eyes, grey eyes, open eye lashes, a Roman nose, high arch brows, a broad lobe ear, bow-shaped pink lips, and pale mory skin. She noticed the elder master looking at her and nodded as she realized what he was indicating to her. The young girl fixed her posture and introduced herself. "My name is San Iyo Chi. I am the younger of two children. I'm fourteen years old and originally from the small village of Hanlu "She stated this. When they hear her name, the two elderly can't help but wonder if these two young women are related, and they look at them with interest. Master Shu asked the question after clearing his throat.

"There was Brandon Moore, Elijah Weber, Henry Ynurritegui, Santiago Colmenarejo, Samuel Domenico, and either Oliver Sandro or Santosh—I'm not entirely certain, but I know he owns a construction company. And then there was William Williams. Yes, that's the name I'm sure of." Rominic's brow furrowed as he considered the unfamiliar name. "What kind of name is Ynurritegui?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. I shrugged noncommittally, and Rominic muttered something under his breath before hissing and cursing, apparently recognizing the Colmenarejo I had mentioned. He seemed intent on making this person's life a living hell, though I confess I wasn't paying close attention, my own thought

— That idiot is sending dozens of messages, as if he still hasn't understood that I don't want to talk to him. — Oh, he sent me some too. Let's take a picture so he knows he's not missing from anyone's life here. — Marina stood up and positioned herself to take a selfie, in which everyone at the table appeared. Before clicking on the screen of her phone, she said: — Come closer, guys. Fernando, give Ravena a kiss on the cheek. Fernando, Matheus' cousin, obeyed without hesitation and, putting an arm around my shoulders, pressed his lips against my face, just as Marina took the photo. She typed something on her phone and turned to me with a wide smile.

Azzmi catches the flirtation easily. But instead of shutting it down, she leans into the conversation slightly. Curious. “So tell me more,” she says. “What was Raven like back then?” Melvin immediately pulls out his phone. “Oh, I have material.” He scrolls through old photos before handing the device over. Azzmi looks down at the picture. Two teenage boys stand shoulder to shoulder in school uniforms. Melvin looks mostly the same. But Raven, God. Even younger, he was unfairly handsome. Sharper around the edges.

It wasy a question but a statement. “I wasn't,” “Don’t lie to me Chloe. I know you like the back of my hand.” I Scoffed unintentionally that made Mr Young step inexplicably close to me, even a sheet of paper would be hard to slip in between. My breath caught in my breath, my ears pinked, Mr Young's breath fanned across my cheek. His minty breath hitting my nostrils almost making me jealous. How could a person be this perfect? He cupped my chin and tilted my face up to look at him, “You make me crazy,Chloe. Stop trying to get under my skin.”

Diego said, choosing to hide her identity from his mother. “Is she his new woman? The girl looks old enough to be his daughter’s age.” She said, looking disgusted. “I think that you know Cosimo well enough to know that as long as he finds her good looking; the last thing he is going to care about is her age.” Mario was the one who chose to speak this time. Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking.

Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay. Before I could explain to the salesperson, my gaze caught on the strand of prayer beads around his wrist. Just yesterday, when Chloe announced her return to the public eye, one of the photos in her post had prominently featured those same beads. At a glance, they seemed out of place among the other glamorous shots—but someone online recognized them as exclusive items from the historic retreat he'd closed for her. Soon, the story of the place's six-month closure and the identity of the bracelet's owner was everywhere. Paparazzi had captured footage of Chloe and him leaving the grounds. Even without showing Jonathan's face, the custom-tailored su