Novel & Cerita Esteban Rebelde

It's unmistakable. It's Luca.

Esteban whispering, savage, “You’ll learn to hold still.” Another swing. I throw up my hands. Blood sprays the buckle, seeping into the butterfly’s grooves. Mamá lunges, grabbing Esteban’s arm. “¡Basta! He’s three!” Esteban laughs, “Three? Old enough to bleed like a man.” He tosses me into the oil slick. I slid until my head smacked the Fat Boy’s exhaust pipe, branding me with a second scar. Esteban wipes the buckle on his jeans, admiring the rust-red stain. “A reminder. For both of us.”

What sort of incident should this be called? Joseph had always been a problem. Having him as a Beta wasn't ideal. I never liked Joseph. I had despised him. If one could reject my Beta, I would have rejected him a long time but I couldn't because the moon goddess chose him as my assistant. If I had my way, I would personally see to his beheading or assassination.

George followed behind the old man, walked into the backyard, and asked, "Grandfather, what's wrong?" Grandfather Lambad stayed for a long time before speaking, "What should come is still coming." "It's the blood of the eldest lady..." George asked. Grandfather Lambad raised his hand, to stop George's words behind him, and said, "get everything ready for Anabel. She will be recognized as one of us and formally welcomed into the family” After dinner, Grandfather Lambad went to the front yard with George's help. Sir Lucas, Claudia, and Anabel were watching TV. Sir Lucas was like a normal person. In the afternoon, he just asked Claudia a few words. Claudia refused to admit it, and he acted as i