Ernesto Calderon Novels & Stories

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Twenty-eight -Jenna- I'm being carried off by Alcander, like how he carried me off his land. Okay. This is what happen. Alcander charged at him with his men, and went to attack Kalmin and his men. Kalmin barely had time to shift and jump up when Alcander did. They fought like savage animals. No one was giving up, Alcander charged at him with a plan. He went for the sides then his neck, then back to the legs, then his neck. Kalmin was just a attacking what ever he can reach. But in the end Alcander clamped down on his neck while Kalmin struggled to get out his hold. I didn't want to look at his life leave his eyes, so I went to find Helmer.

Valerie: I frowned as the pilot walked out of the cockpit again, calling for Dante. He shook his head in question, knowing that there was no point in actually him saying anything inside that room alone. All the wolves could hear him anyway, and if it was about me, he knew that being a huntress, though not as strong as theirs, my hearing was sensitive enough to pick up what they said inside that room. “We were given permission to land,” he said, and Dante raised an eyebrow just as Alessandro’s phone rang. “Cartel Donatello delivers his salutations to Mr. Alessandro.”

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Alpha Leonardo; “Don’t fucking tell me that you have no idea who that lady was!?” I slammed hard on the bar stand as I roared at the bartender. I’d been here for hours waiting for this damn bartender to resume his duty shift. And now, he had no idea about the lady. Fucking no idea!! I’d watched the CCTV but the damn thing didn't capture her. Or should I say, the part of her was erased. Every damn thing. Someone fucking did, and no one in this club could tell me who did.

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Ernesto drags the dagger over his palm and dripped his blood into the goblet. "I, Ernesto Ramos, accept the Alpha title. I promise to always put the pack first in all decisions. that I make." Ernesto gives Ethal back the dagger. She nods her head. She puts down the goblet while taking up another. She goes to stand in front of the luna pair. she hands Quine the dagger.

I instructed, nudging her in the direction of my house. “Get the keeper! Ductus Toño wants to question her! We’ll capture the Princess.” The leader of this gang of morons sneered at me as he stepped into the light. I rolled my eyes as a familiar face came into view. Teniente Ernesto Lucas is one of my padre’s lap dogs. He is always looking to move up the ladder at the expense of everyone around him. “Ernesto…. I see your face healed after the last time we crossed paths.” I sneered.

He would make sure of it. ​The sound of hurried footsteps reached Ernesto’s ears. He did not turn. “Boss, we’re waiting for you. Pascal has already—” ​“Do you ever think… what a world it would be if there were no gangs, Gonzales?” Ernesto said to the air. Gonzales, a paunchy, red man who wore clothes that were too tight raised his head. He was sweating profusely, even though it was night. He held out a phone to Ernesto with a sweaty hand.