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.

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.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

“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.”

“Yes, I am Hector. You seem to have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours and your friends here.” One of the men steps into the light. He is tall and has short blonde hair. His skin is pale and his eyes are black. “Excuse my manners, I am Rex. To my left, this big guy is Mike.” Hector looks to Rex's left. He sees a brawny man with red hair and green eyes. “To my right is Jesse.” Hector sees a smaller man with brown hair and red eyes. “What do you want from me?” Hector slowly scans the area, looking for a way to get him and the girl back to town safely.