Coco Hector Rivera Novels & Stories

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

The veins in his arms were showing as he touched my legs, parting them further as if I wasn’t yet open enough to him. I saw him walk to the cabinet, when he turned to me, fiery and dangerous eyes appeared. There was a stick on his hand, a silicon was on its end. I am not familiar with that thing, and I think it does not matter at all. What matters is that Jacob shove his cock in my wetness and fuck me hard. “Whose whore are you?” Jacob asked as he was running the stick on my legs. “You… ughh!” I didn’t complete my sentence because before I could even say it, Jacob already whipped the stick on my legs.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

When he showed up, he had a bottled drink in hand and that same lazy smirk that always showed up when he saw me. “Ready?” he asked, tossing the drink into his bag. “Let’s go.” He said, going round to enter his car. “Ledger Rivers.” A voice suddenly called, drawing our attention. We turned to see a man in a hoodie and joggers. There was something focused in his gaze as he addressed Ledger. “You’re Ledger Rivers, right?” He asked politely. “I've seen you on TV.” Ledger tensed slightly. “Yeah. Who’s asking?” The man extended his hand. “Coach Damian Monae. I coach a local ice hockey team a couple blocks from here. I’ve seen you play.”

Hector taught her how to make a simple yet perfect tomato sauce, his hands guiding hers over the tomatoes, his body brushing against hers in a way that made her blush. Finally, they sat at the table on the veranda with the stunning ocean view as a backdrop. The pasta with the fresh tomato and basil sauce was simply divine. "This is incredible," Theresa praised, savoring a bite with her fork. "I never thought that the great Hector Silva, owner of the hottest nightclub in town, knew how to cook so well." He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "There's a lot about me you don't know. I like the simplicity of cooking. It's... therapeutic."

"Luca Hendrix, also known as Lucio Heralde, is the head of the Heralde cartel in America. Their reach extends beyond the US markets, and they are steadily expanding into the Asian markets as well. In fact, the group might be difficult to infiltrate because of how strict their cover-up is all the time." Kaira was deep in contemplation, attempting to digest the information from Enzo. "This will undoubtedly be more difficult than I anticipated," she murmured, growing apprehensive by the second. She was confident in her abilities before they started this assignment, but as more and more information becomes available, her confidence is eroding.

“It’s great to have you here. Please, sit. Can I offer you a drink?” It was quite an incongruous cheer this man had. He looked less like a shadowy operative and more like a vacationing accountant who had won a trip to the Bahamas. Quite the opposite of what Felix had expected to see, given the circumstances and surroundings. “Please, sit, sit! I’m so pleased you decided to come. I’m Hector. Hector Guzman.” Felix remained standing. “It was you on the phone?” “The very same!” Hector confirmed, still smiling. “So, you are here. I take this as a positive sign that you are, let us say, open to new partnerships?”