Chino Moreno Young Novels & Stories

I glanced toward the sound and saw the youngest man in the room, the one with sharp green eyes and a modern suit, leaning back in his chair with a grin. He was so young. I thought Val was the youngest Don in Italy, but seeing him, I knew I was wrong. Dante leaned down again and murmured, “That’s Mancini. Gabriele Mancini, Don of Verona, the youngest Don in Italy. He has no strong alliances.” “Oh, I see.” I glanced at Mancini, his grin widening as our eyes met. Dante added quietly, “I think he likes you. Play it right, and he might back you.”

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.

I’m not used to kindness. ‘’You clearly don’t know many Carrero men then. The whole family are poster children for great DNA and amazing guys; my heart is on a certain young Carrero by the name of Anjelo. Hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on and I swear if he fills out like Gino and Lex, I won’t make it to my next birthday still a virgin, he has crazy kissing skills.’’

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

This celebration would mark the end of our marriage. Jared gave me a genuine smile. Over the next few days, a sense of normalcy returned. Jared was seldom home, busy with preparations for the celebration. Not only had he booked the rooftop banquet hall, but he even arranged for the ingredients for the banquet to be transported from abroad on the day of the event. It was a day of happiness for some, and frustration for others. Regina hadn’t smiled once since Jared began preparing for the celebration. Soon, the day arrived. The majority of River City’s upper class gathered at the banquet hall. On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do

He was clad in a fading blue jeans, which came loosely, dirt clings on its hem paired with an old stained white Camisa de chino. [Fun Fact: The camisa de chino is a collarless shirt with a two or three button opening at the front of the neck and sleeves without cuffs. It is attributed to the Chinese sailors, traders and labourers in the Philippines. The camisa de chino is often confused with the Barong Tagalog, which is a distinct and separate garment, but these garments are connected. The camisa de chino was worn in different colors and even with vertical stripes, much like the barong, and they were often made of the same materials. Though the most important distinction is the camisa de chi

She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry. [Moretti Family] Henry Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, was a towering figure with a shaved head and a thick, graying beard. He favored dark tweed suits and was rarely seen without his gold chain necklace. Marco "The Shadow," Henry's right-hand man, was a master of disguise and deception. Marco often changed his appearance, making it difficult to identify him. Mia Moretti, Henry's daughter, was a woman of intelligence and ambition. She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits.

On Norton's birthday, the gift I'd bought in Snowcall arrived right on schedule. Elvis and I had picked it out together. They were cufflinks from a luxury brand Norton particularly liked. Norton was thrilled with the present, but Caesar's expression darkened the moment he saw the cufflinks. He knocked over his drink, and the bottle shattered on the floor. When he saw those cufflinks, Caesar had a gut feeling that there was someone else in my life now. Still, he remained confident that I belonged to him and was just throwing a tantrum.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

"If I may know, who is Juan, Miss?" "My figure skating partner. We've been friends since childhood. I already think of him as my own brother. Juan is a friendly person. You might be happy to meet him." Tostada was almost gone in Moreau's hands. One bite and she was done. Coincidentally, Abihirt suddenly appeared-something like stopping the man for a moment, yes, about a few seconds the man finally took a step closer. It was enough to put Moreau's cell phone on the table. Chicao was in the man's arms. Without saying anything else, Abihirt was about to leave the kitchen. Something that should not have been prevented, Moreau had no intention of asking her stepfather to stop.