Erik El Terrible Morales Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure because I didn't pay much attention to the news either. But wasn't the cause of Garrett's late father's death actually an accident?" The year 2017 was indeed a year when Elice was not yet involved in the business world and all its hustle and bustle. But for some explosive news, she certainly would not overlook it. Take, for example, the news of PT. Lameela's bankruptcy. To confirm her suspicion, Elice opened the G****e search engine on her computer. Using the keyword "cause of death of Allan Alexander Morales," she searched for the news she needed. One by one, Elice opened each article that appeared. And Elice's suspicion was right. The cause of Allan Alexander Morales' death w

he asked. “He’s my mate” I state dryly. “That’s amazing, why aren’t you already in the bathroom mating and marking?” Erik laughs but there is a sorrow in his words having been rejected by his mate because he was an independent. “Gross! I may be loud mouthed but I ain’t trashy plus he appears disappointed because he thinks I’m human. He barely spoke to me.” “Oh no that judgemental ass doesn’t know the trouble he started.” Erik just laughs. I winked at him, grabbed the pitchers of beer and glasses and headed back to the table. “I will be right back with those shots.”

After that brief interruption, we saw a fuming Addy walk up to Erik, slap the taste out of his mouth, and yell, "What did you do, you son-of- a-bitch?" ***** Erik I was having a drink with King Elijah, and although we hated each other, we needed his business. I heard my mate yelling for me and as I turned around, she slapped me as the music stopped and the focus was on us. She yelled, "What did you do, you son-of-a-bitch?" I was at a loss for words as I didn't know what she was talking about, she yelled, "How could you do this to Allison, your daughter, your flesh and blood, you monster?" I grabbed her and said, "Shut up, this is family business, we can deal with this at home." I went to sla

She grabbed her bag and headed out — this time, straight to the Morales family’s company. --- The moment Serena arrived at the Morales Group offices, she could feel the unease hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Conversations dropped to whispers, eyes darted nervously — the entire building was unraveling. In the past two days alone, over fifty employees had handed in their resignations, as if every last one of them knew the ship was sinking fast. First, Taylor was found dead, then Kenny vanished, and Alfonso Morales had landed in the hospital. Now, debt collectors had stormed the building two days in a row, strutting through the halls like they already owned the place. The Morale

he spat. "Oh, indulge me, Eros Castillo, leader of the El Dragon gang, what else are you good at if not showing wickedness? I am still surprised that my face is not battered up till now." She was riling him up and she knew it, she was pushing too far, and it was dangerous. Eros was an egomaniac and had serious anger issues. How was she even going to pretend to love someone she hates?

His piercing ice-blue eyes remain locked on Eric, who is desperately trying to disappear into his seat. “Eric Morris, you have lied to us.” The Elder's smooth voice is firm and echoes through the Hall. “Your lies caused Walker's outburst. Yes, he should have controlled himself, and his punishment was just, but it would never have happened if you had not lied. We do not tolerate lying in our house, especially when it could have cost someone their life and future.

Celine just nodded. Erika walked to the office of the Muriel family, where most of the important business happened. She opened the wooden doors and went to the desk, there she looked for a particular object. Erika was done. Maybe it hadn’t been the way she thought things would come to an end, but at least she was going to make Valeria see Erika until the end of her life. Finally, Erika found a gun. Marcos came in. “What are you doing?” Marcos ran to her, trying to snatch the gun from her hands.

"It's fine. What I think is wrong is you treating anyone's child anyhow. No child should be yelled out for something like that." My heart melted at his words. No doubt he would make quite a good dad to our Mia. I watched in admiration as he spoke. She looked remorseful for a moment before she wore a deep scowl. "Really? You're teaching me morals, Eric Wilson. Aren't you the one who is trending all over the internet for harassing women. You have some guts to teach me manners!" My eyes widened in shock as I turned to him. Eric's posture was quite neutral and confident but had a grim expression on his face.

Tell me, Sad-" "Oh! What a beautiful day it is, to see a beautiful lady in this boring seminar." Eric was rudely cut off by a man and by the looks he looked in his mid-forties, with a white mustachedface and slight grey hairs. He looked quiet young for his age. "Hello, Mr. Morelli." Eric greeted standing up and I followed his actions. Morelli turned towards him and smiled, and it looked fake. "Hello to you too, ahh.."

“Don’t worry. I already went through it with my lawyer.” “Just give me a pen, and I’ll sign it.” I waved him off. I was so over it that I didn’t even care at this point. They could’ve asked me to cut off my balls, and I would’ve actually done it. After getting settled, we sat at the table to read the Morales’ list of terror. Stunned, I let my eyes wander over the most shameless demands I had ever read in my life, and it wasn’t even half of it. It was really smart of them to try and get their hands on our funds—but what about their funds?