Dj Octavio Novels & Stories

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Otavio looked at her, hoping she would understand, whatever he had explained to her. " But that's the main aorta, isn't it? " she asked, without raising her head and pointing to her friend the page she was reading. " No. Try again. " was his short answer. " Sorry to interrupt, but is Otávio also a doctor? " intruded Clara, ready to get out of there as soon as the two of them told her to. " No, but he's more studious than my teacher and I always do well in exams when he helps me.” Octavio, this vein here also irrigates!

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

“Oh, Dolores really is an oriental woman, I knew that about her the first time I saw her.” “Wow, that’s literally a name Lucian would have flinched on hearing, he hasn’t adapted to the fact that many people can bear that time,” he said absentmindedly but Ava understood perfectly and finally decided to come clean, if she wants to get something for Dolores than Antonio is going to play a big part in it. He has known the woman since he was a child so he must know a lot. “Actually, Antonio, the person I am talking about is the person he would really flinch about hearing.”

His voice carried a tinge of anger and coldness, even though he was aware that Dimitri wouldn't interrupt him unless the matter was truly urgent. "Sir, your dad is waiting for you; the target is already on the move.” “Fuck!” Octavio cursed, looking at the woman writhing below him, and reluctantly got off the bed. He hurriedly put on his clothes and left the room, leaving Clara on the bed, her body burning with lust and desire. ~

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

he asked Octavius pretending not to know Octavius. Since they had already walked into the hall and everyone was watching both David and Shawn chuckled as they knew that Brandon wasn’t easy to get along with as he portrayed and the fact that Octavius had married their young miss made things worse. Although Antonio would have introduced Octavius, he looked at Octavius wondering what he was going to say or do. “My name is Octavius Rodrigues,” Octavius introduced himself while he stood straight like a soldier surprising the the three men.

“You make a compelling case. Fine. Let’s see what happens.” “Yes!” Javier pumped his fist, then immediately shifted into 'hunter' mode, smoothing back his hair. “Check my vitals. How do I look?” “Like you’ve had four too many,” Diego noted. Javier took a few centering breaths and attempted a confident strut toward the bar. It was more of a drunken lurch; he collided with a barstool on the approach. Diego shook his head. Even in a state of total disrepair, he was more composed than Morales. It was time for a rescue mission.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?