Feliciano Vargas Novels & Stories

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

However, those ladies were on the same playing field as she was. Marcel got to his feet and walked over to the table where Felix had set the documents down. He read each paper. And one statement, in particular, stood out to him. Marcel furrowed his brow as he tried to place the first time he had heard this name. He then uttered the name "Philip Vergara." As Marcel finally recalled who this guy was, a plethora of thoughts began to run through his head. Annalia Davis knew Philip Vergara? How? In the world of showbiz, Philip Vergara was well-known for his work as a director. He collaborated with several actors on a national and international scale. Marcel began to speculate that Philip Vergara

she kissed my temples "Let me go into the kitchen and prepare your favorite dish" "What about the maids? Allow them to prepare it" "No, you are coming to visit me in a long while so allow me to prepare it for you. Moreover, they don't know how you like it" I won't lie. My grandmother's gazpacho was the best and I must admit that I have missed it a lot. I brought out my phone and dialed Eulalia's number, I was missing her and I needed to hear her voice. She picked up on the second ring

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

“Just keep me posted if there is anything that I need to know, and I still want you to keep an eye on the Francesco case. I don’t know where Killian is considering that he left Los Angeles long before we did, but he won’t be too far. If anything, right now, the man is back for revenge.” “Yes, boss, I will do so.” Viktor said, and Alvize nodded at the man through the mirror before both hung up. He turned his attention to me and I raised an amused eyebrow, waiting for an explanation on what he planned. However, he simply turned the stereo on. Music played in the background, but I could tell that he was making sure to keep the tone low enough for the two of us to have a conversation. It was som

"What about their leadership? Who's running the operation?" "Eduardo Vargas," Ghost replied, and several men in the crowd cursed under their breath. "Goes by 'El Martillo'—The Hammer. He's the cartel's enforcer for North American operations. If they sent him, they're serious about making an example." Raven had heard the name whispered in the intelligence circles she'd infiltrated during her time with the Diamondbacks. Eduardo Vargas was a legend in the worst possible way—a man who viewed torture and murder as artistic expressions, who left messages written in blood and carved into flesh. If he was leading the Colombian response, this wasn't just about money. It was about sending a message th

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

Struck by the young man's breathtaking appearance, Magdalena stepped out from within, offering him a polite, nervous greeting. He asked for fresh orange juice. Magdalena knew enough English to understand, assuring him she would prepare it right away. As she turned to press the juice, a tremor ran through her hands. She was deeply unnerved by how fiercely this stranger had stirred her heart. Casting her shyness aside, she decided to seize the moment; she asked him about his travels, offered recommendations, and added softly that if he ever needed anything at all, he should return to her shop and she would help him.

He clasped Mariano's hand for a firm shake, then took mine, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Mariano," The man said, "Its a pleasure to see you again." He nodded, then looked at me. "This is my Isabelle. Bella, this is Ralph, the head of the Irish Mob." I smiled at him. "Congratulations for the new consigliere, Ralph." He nodded at me. "Thank you." When he was gone, I finally breathed. "Such a good girl," Mariano whispered enticingly, "Keep it up and I shall reward you tonight."

Paola She's Catalina's nanny. Has always been kinda like the mother she never had. She is funny and nosy. Macario He's Andre's best friend and tries to help his friend whenever he can. He's serious-minded with a heart for helping others. Felipe He's the caretaker of Andre's ranch and advises him about his relationship with Catalina. The Crazy She-devil plot The crazy she-devil tells the story of Catalina and the rancher she falls in love with, Andre Moreno. Catalina moves to her ranch after a breakup and tries to reconnect with the memories of her late parents, hoping to find solace in them.