Edsel Sandoval Novels & Stories

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.

He walked towards the bed and sat on the bench at the foot of the bed, tapping the spot beside him for Fernando to sit. “Why don’t you want to be a warrior?” He asked, immediately taking interest in Isabel’s cousin. He had all the qualities of a warrior, so why was he scared of becoming one? “I loved the idea at first. I grew up training to become one but that changed when my dad was murdered two months ago by the Lakewood pack.” Sadness glinted in Fernando’s eyes as he explained his reason. “Alpha Martinez only sent him there for business, but he never came back. I guess they felt he was a threat to them.” He paused.

His handsomeness couldn’t be captured in a photo. “Wow, I lost again.” The man chuckled softly and extended his hand. “Valerio Ranallo. Just call me Val,” he said, introducing himself with a name Ed already knew. “Eduardo Rosas, but I think you already know that.” Ed knew exactly who he was, so the man must have known too. Otherwise, he wouldn't be following Ed. “You look like my father... Oh, he’s more handsome, but... the same.” He pointed to the scar on Ed's face.

Thirty -Jenna- "There's a girl named Janet who makes really good sandwiches." Helmer says to trying to break the tension in here, then taking another bite out of it. I looked back to Alcander and see him taking a step closer to him while his head twitches while he keeps blinking. Each blink his eyes would change, hazel, blue, bright hazel, bright blue. He took another step closer while his breathing is harsh. "Alcander." I say while I look over to Helmer and see him looking down at the freakin sandwich, not paying attention that an Alpha might just end his life right here with no mercy.

he said smiling as he sat down at the head of the table. "Gabe and Francis, how have you guys been?" I asked genuinely wanting to know. "Very well, just little stress from work" Gabe said. Gabe is a doctor , he has always loved taking care of people. "I've been okay, life's been great" Francis said with a smile. "What about you, how's work?" dad asked "Good, my boss is just a dick!" I said rolling my eyes "Language young lady" dad warns. Dad prepared El Salvador, he has always been a good cook for as long as i've known him.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

If she had been thin before, she looked even more frail and aged now. "Let’s go, Mariela, Corazon. That’s the boss. Don’t call him Aslan," Mang Tino said hurriedly as he loaded the heavy bags into the white closed van. The name "Hacienda Escobar" was painted on both sides of the vehicle. "Wh-What do you mean, 'master'?" Mariela stuttered, but Aslan turned his gaze to the vendor, who handed him the kiwis. He paid for it. "Master. He's our master at the resort," Tino replied, which made Aslan look back at his mother.

Alessandro's dad said Isabella got off his lap and headed over to the table picking up a small knife and he followed smacking her ass, also picking up a small knife. Isabella came towards me stroking the knife up and down my cheek gently. "I wish we could've been best friends you were really nice to me Sandra it's a shame you had to get involved with the wrong people" I held my breath once she jammed the small knife into my right arm causing me to let out an ear-piercing scream. "Fuck!" I cried, tears falling from my face. I was trying my best to stay strong in this situation but I had a feeling I was never getting out, nobody knew where I was and I didn't even know where I was and I was bar

Or will my fate be even worse? I let a childish dream of freedom, and a wolf with kind eyes, ensnare me. Now I am in more danger than ever before. Ethan’s hand curls into a fist at his side. “Oh, let him keep his pet.” The man at the end of the table finally speaks. His voice is as smooth as silk, and, to my surprise, he speaks with a Southlands accent. “Did I ever tell you about the time my mother let me keep a rabbit?” He looks at Robert, before going back to his apple. “When she took it from me, I cried.”