Feliciano Vargas Novels & Stories

Until now, Balbon remained kind to his mother, but to Aslan, he was nothing short of a monster. Balbon was the third man Mariela had been with since his real father. The second one had nearly killed her with constant beatings before using her. They escaped and eventually met Bruno, also known as Balbon. He introduced himself as the owner of vast farmland in Aklan and a coconut plantation. His mother thought they had hit the jackpot, only to later find out that the man was merely a caretaker and didn’t own the land.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

I said, and he shook his head. “That is what they had us all believing. It turns out, Eli has a son.” He said, and I frowned. “I don’t know how he ended up being Capo with the presence of his father…” “He is dead.” I said, and Cartel frowned in confusion. “They found him in the club earlier today. I was heading there but your man got in my way.”

Marcella ran and hid like a rat in the pack of that idiot Luca. I’m not gonna be a damn hypocrite. I fucking despise what he did to Victoria. But letting her go? I don’t hate that. That’s the best thing that idiot ever did... because it made her mine. And his “deep love” for Marcella, his mate? Total bullshit. I’d bet my balls he’s known for a long time that girl was the Beta’s bastard... and that’s exactly why he bred her. It’s an open secret the Beta’s wife hasn’t been able to give him an heir and her position is shaky as hell. She’s got nothing but daughters in that house, and that doesn’t mean shit inside the Vasilievs.

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

“I know you taste as good as you smell.” He ripped my panties off me, eliciting a gasp from me. I tried to close my legs to shield myself from him but he wouldn't let me. He didn’t understand; no one had ever touched or seen my vagina before. He was the first and only man to see me. I was very insecure. Did I look okay? Did he like that I’d shaved? “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he said as he aggressively pushed my thighs apart. He looked at my center like it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.”Perfetta.” (perfetta - perfect)

If the mind was intrinsic then that would be a futile race. She had met Jensen on one of the tours she took during this time, a twenty-two year old redhead with a heart of gold and a fiancé in Daly city. Jensen worked as a consultant in an insurance company and wanted to put down some roots. Jensen had just been approaching the end of her journey and loving the company Clara provided had really wanted Clara to come with her. Jensen had offered her a position at the new studio she was opening in Cali as her first step to a stable, stress-free retirement. She had wanted Clara on the team, claimed she had a Midas touch with the camera. Clara had found it both baffling and endearing at the same

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

The pain surging through my veins began to lighten and I found myself feeling great. “How do you feel?” Vogar's deep voice resounded in my head. “Great,” I gasped as excitement settled in the pit of me. “Are you ready to go for the run?” “Yes. Yes,” I responded, snapping my eyes open. That was what Elisa was dying to have. She wanted a little freedom. I wasn't concerned about my bare anymore. It was gonna be a one-time thing for me. As for Elisa, her happiness was the most important.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”