Novel & Cerita Cisco Ramon Comics

Ramon said emphatically. Ramil brought the goblet he was holding close to his nose. He was hooked on the smell of alcohol. He immediately moved the goblet away from his nose and put it down on the table. "I really can't, kuya,” he said. Ramon stood up. He turned his back to his brother and stared at their photo taped to the wall. "If you can't stand the smell and taste of a fine wine with low alcohol content, how can you take revenge?"

Lake said, still smiling. "Considering Ramon's the one in the family with illegal dealings. Rhodes is a doctor, Rafael's a lawyer, Romeo's in business—all legitimate. But Ramon runs the mafia side of things while also being CEO of a major corporation. And he's the one who wants to be surrounded by children?"

Flex squats in front of me, rolling a tendril of my hair in his finger. "You see Juliet... A long long time ago, when Ramon was wise, he used to murder girls to get money. All these girls were his assignments and he always accomplished his mission! The Boss even loved him. I was always jealous because Ramon was his favourite! He was really so damn good at his job! But then you came along and then BOOM! His brain suddenly stopped working..." The news freeze my blood and I can not move completely. "And you know what else, you don't know -"

Damian added before walking down the hallway, leaving Ramon all alone with Catty… Once Damian was gone, Ramon helped Cathy to the chair at the waiting area and handed her a tissue. “Stop crying, you look terrible.” Ramon calmly said and cleared his throat.. He couldn't believe he would ever be able to offer anyone Comfort. He felt so awkward as he looked away.. “You don't have to be mean ..” Catty mumbled sadly as she kept staring at the ICU. She couldn't help but feel bad for the couple because they haven't been able to enjoy their Marriage.. “ I don't really know how to comfort people..” Ramon admitted without staring at her but unfortunately for him she was so lost in her thoughts that sh

Carlton had never met the man before, but he didn’t need an introduction. This was the lion of New York’s underworld. “Mr. Laurent,” Don Ramon said, his voice low and polished, yet somehow more dangerous than any scream. “I hope you’ll pardon the intrusion. But when something concerns my son, I take it personally.” Carlton gestured stiffly toward a chair. “Please. Sit.” “I’ll stand,” Don Ramon replied coolly. Carlton cleared his throat and remained standing, suddenly feeling very small despite his wealth and influence in the real estate world.