Encanto Mariano Guzman Novels & Stories

But he’s most fascinated with married women, especially single mothers. There’s something in them that enamors him. It transcends his manhood to his soul. Maybe it’s their vulnerability or their nurturing. 2019 My name is Cheska. Francheska Denise Dela Cruz. I am 20 years old. My hometown is Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija and now I am staying here in Manila. I finished Elementary in my hometown and I studied High School in St. Scholastica in Remedios St. Malate, Manila. I stayed at my aunt's house in Leon

"What did you just say?" "You must legally marry Miss Windy Guanzon." My eyebrows pulled together. Windy Guanzon? I had never heard that name in my entire life. Was my grandfather joking? Because if this was his final attempt to control my personal life, he had clearly gone too far. I didn't even know who the hell Windy Guanzon was. Attorney Castillo turned another page. "Miss Windy Guanzon is the daughter of the late Ernesto Guanzon," he explained. "Don Alejandro's closest friend... and his kumparé."

Echo decided to bring Maria to their Ancestral home. Though his parents knew her already, he will introduce Maria to his grandfather, Mr. Julio Del Fuego. The old Mr. Del Fuego is a very strict man. He was once the well-known governor in the city of Batangas. He was the only son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Del Fuego. His only son is Echo's father. Echo is his only grandson, the only one who carries and will spread the name Del Fuego. He wished to have so many great-grandchildren from Echo to cut the fate of having only an heir in their family. He always wanted to have so many children to play with and Echo is the only remaining man in his clan.

Marco clenched his fist suddenly, but he didn't have a say this time. He nodded his head instead and turned to leave. He was the one responsible for this after all. His fiance was none other than Miracle Gonzalo, the only mafia princess of the Gonzalo Mafia Family. She was doted on and loved by everyone for her multiple skills in doing lots of things. Mimi, as everyone called her, and Marco had grown up together and when they came of age, they eventually agreed to get married. Marco had even called for an engagement party for them before she left Italy to complete her studies abroad.

Business man and the highest paid engineer in the Philippines. That’s one of the results that came up when I searched his name. Zacario Isaak Cuevas. The man, my fiance rather. I’m still not really used to thinking of this man as my fiance. It’s even funny ‘cause we’ll be married in an instant. Just a week of process and then we are already a husband and wife. I can’t even imagine that I’ll have a husband at the age of 20 and my husband is seven years older than me.

Hers at last. They arrived at the church late. And the worst part, they arrived during Father Joe’s sermon. Her bushy white brows furrowed and his eagle eyes followed their small group as they entered the church to look for a seat. Gabi tried to disappear between the rows of pews but she knows it to no avail. Some churchgoers, turn and looked at them and she felt that they committed a mortal sin to be late. Her family tried to look for an individual seat on her own while she manages to squeeze in the middle of the pews and sat down between snobbish Ella Aquila and an old man who stared at her with cold eyes. His haughty handsome feature galvanized her for a moment then she smiled apologetica

The only thing keeping me from fainting was the urge not to look suspicious. Forget Victor, I was just a few inches removed from the Mario Castillo, and he was staring right back at me. What should I do? Should I greet him? “Grandpa!” Cisco saved me and flew into his arms. Mario knelt and attacked Cisco with kisses. Maybe he wasn’t that bad, I mean—he looked like a lovely grandpa. It’s his only grandson, Elena. I got back to my senses and looked at Marvin, who was definitely not feeling his father’s presence. “Surprised you could make it,” Marvin commented.

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.”

Marisa covered her heart as if she was greatly stimulated, "What's your father's last name?" "Lucero." "Kevin Lucero??" Marisa's eyes widened in shock. "Do you know him?" "Who doesn't know the richest man in the country? You...you're so lucky!" Marisa sighed, "It's too late for the Guzman family to regret it now." In a luxurious private manor on the outskirts, the lights were brightly lit. There were a total of thirty-two entrances to this manor. If one looked down from the sky, he would find it look like a sun drawn by a child.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.