Coco Hector Rivera Novels & Stories

“What if I made a mistake?” Her expression softened perfectly, beautifully like she’d practiced it in a mirror. “You didn’t,” she said. “You chose us. And we chose you.” Hector’s phone buzzed. He checked it, eyebrows lifting. “Well,” he said, smirking. “Looks like the Italians aren’t as invincible as they think.” Isolde stood, moving to his side. “What is it?” “Matteo Ricci,” Hector said. “He’s alive. Barely. Still in Texas.”

That earned me another chuckle. “I assure you, that was not my intention,” he said. “I simply wanted to meet the girl who managed to capture my son’s heart.” My breath caught, as my mind connected the dots instantly. “Your son?” I echoed. He smiled again. “Yes, Antonio.” There was a slight pause, as I now saw the resemblance and was surprised I hadn’t put it together earlier. “I am Hector Valera.” He said, “Antonio’s father.” I stared at him, really stared now, trying to match this man in front of me with the version Antonio had painted in my head. They didn’t align at all.

Coco added smiling at Zoëlla. “Graçias Coco, Eres una salvavidas ( You are a lifesaver)," Zoëlla added as they walked to Alejandro's room. He had changed out of his bloody attire to black joggers and a white tight t-shirt. “La Puerta esta abierta(The door is open) " He said sitting on his bed as Coco and Zoëlla walked in. “Erm, turned out that she's a doctor so no need to go to the hospital," Zoëlla explained to a confused Alejandro.

Hector said, biting into a slice of pizza as if that even came close to winning a state championship. "When was this?" Noah laughed. Hector was always embellishing his accomplishments. "What do you mean? You were there!" Hector said. "The day after Thanksgiving." Then he stopped and smirked. "Oh, wait I forgot. That's when Rita took you for a ride. Or I should say you gave her a good hard ride." He laughed just as two napkins hit his head on either side. One from Abel and the other from Gio. "That's my cousin, ass!" Gio threw another balled-up napkin at him. "Don't be making up shit like that."

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”