Felip Jhon Suson 소설 & 이야기

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

Third person point of view: “You are not going to call him to your side, Diego.” Luna Claudia snapped at her son, knowing that he was going to call the one man that she did not want him working with. The one person who she saw as a threat to him since he was born. The main reason why she believed that her eldest died.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

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.”

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

Hmmm, that’s weird. “Why didn’t he say that? What does he need for his research? There were no vampires dead for him to use?” Kylian ask. “Exactly.” Jayden exclaims. “Maybe he got an important evidence.” There is really hard to process. Though, I never trusted Alpha Elias, but I never thought he would be this cruel. “So Alpha Elias is a suspect now?” Kylian ask. “We will have to find out. But who sent the message?” I ask. Oliver takes my phone from me.

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

I waved my hands in the air as I walked toward Lincoln. "How's practice going? Is it fun?" Lincoln asked. "Yeah," I replied with a nod. "I got to know the members of the club. They all look nice. The club also has twin members, Jonah and Janus, who are both guitarists. Then there's Salis, the cool drummer with a tattoo all over his arm. Elias, the saxophonist, and their pianist..." "Felipe." "Felipe, do you know who he is?" "Who wouldn't recognize him? Felipe inherited his talent from his father, one of the most famous pianists in the Philippines," Lincoln explained.

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.