Novel & Cerita Encanto Mariano Guzman

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

I shuddered; I knew that the water off the coast was frigid this time of year, and the swimmer wasn’t wearing a wet suit. Back on the boat, the well-dressed man cleared his throat and said in a crisp English accent, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Villar.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Soriano,” I said, extending my hand. The man chuckled softly as he shook my hand. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “The whole world,” he replied. “But especially what you just said.” “This is Roman Gomez, Mr. Joemar Soriano’s personal assistant,” Andre explained. The two of them embraced briefly, and then Andre added, “Didn’t realize you were back so soon.”

My hands tremble slightly as I reach for my toes, ignoring her completely. “Silent treatment, huh?” She continues with a smirk. “Must be hard, knowing you’re a weakling in a room full of strength. Do us all a favour and quit now.” I bite the inside of my cheek and stay silent, pretending she doesn’t exist. Isolation feels safer anyway. I pull my arms over my head, feigning indifference, though the stares and muffled laughter around me are hard to ignore. The doors slam open suddenly, and every head snaps toward the entrance. A woman strides in like she’s about to lead an army into battle. She’s built like a warrior, muscles rippling under her tight black tank top, her movements precise and c

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Villafuerte and his perfect, white teeth. While they were stealing glances of the sponsor, which the sponsor was completely aware of and gave small smiles and shy waves of his hand a few times, I concentrated on my plate of maja blanca kuya Ronny prepared. I knew it was his. He was the only person in Paki-bato who could burn his maja blanca. “He must be a star,” Maring cooed. “Why do you think that?” I asked. “He tops Enrique Gil,” she firmly said.

I asked, trying my hardest to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Absolutely. It is good to see you, Bellamy,” Macario said as he stood up and embraced me. Macario was the one to train my magic growing up. He was the best damn teacher I could have ever had. I was the man and witch that I was today because of his dedication. “It’s good to see you too, Macario. I’m going to head to my suite, but I’ll catch up with you later,” I told him.

She stepped closer, her eyes meeting mine. “Maria is locked away,” she said, watching my face carefully. I didn’t flinch. But my pulse jumped. “She claims she is innocent,” Luna Isobel continued. “But I also know that she is on your side, against Elara. And she wants you to be the one to stand beside my son. And sometimes, consorts and slaves would do what they are paid to do.” “She is innocent, and if you are implying that I’ve had anything to do with this…”

I left all my responsibilities in the company to him since my ex-fiance's cheating incident happened. I am Fernando Desejo Jr., twenty-eight years old and vice president of Desejo Group Incorporated. Our company is the producer and distributor of well-known canned sardines in the country. I am hands-on in the field, so I always visit our factories and fish farms. My father, Fernando Desejo Sr., is the president. My father is fifty-three years old, but he is health-conscious, so he is still elegant and looks young. He looks like local actor Edu Manzano. So it's no wonder that many women are obsessed with him. The bad thing is, even my ex-fiancee liked him too.

“So. . . Mike, I was just wondering. Did Grandma and Grandpa mentioned the name of that island?” “Mystique Island.” He clears his throat before he continued and spoke using a British accent, “A mysterious island discovered by Grandma Fuchsia after married to Grandpa Martes. They said the island was made by enchanted people called ‘engkanto’ whom Grandma Fuchsia are friends with. She said it’s a portal-island to the ocean enchanted world or ‘encantadia ng karagatan’. The island can only be seen during Ber Months until the end of the summer.” “Uhmm. . . . What’s wrong with your voice?”What’s wrong wrong with your voice?”