Felip Jhon Suson Novels & Stories

, 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.

"Xaviero had three sons. We had Santiago and XJ. But there's an older brother. Felipe Del Rios." I pulled up the file and read through it. Felipe Del Rios, 32 years old. Educated in Europe. Ran his father’s South American operations. Went underground after Xaviero was arrested. "Where is he now?" I asked. "We're not sure." Javier said. “But we do have intelligence that he has been consolidating power. Emboldening his father's resistant survivors. Building something new."

“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.

Lauretha tried to calm him. “I can’t fuvking calm down! He ruined things for me! I will make sure he gets punished!” he sneered. “How the fuvk he knew about this anyway?” he turned abruptly towards Fabiano and Lauretha. “You guys told no one, did you?” he peered at them. “I would never. Fabiano, did you tell anyone?” Lauretha said, and turned to face Fabiano. Fabiano looked up to see four darkened eyes staring at him, suspiciously. “What? you think I told someone? Fuvk! I can’t believe you both will suspect me!” he shrieked in disbelief, turned and stomped out of Lucas’s house.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

'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.

"CASSIDY CORREA VILLALOBOS" THE PRIVATE meeting continues inside the huge office of the Monroe's mansion, Zandro's eyes keep on sticking around the people that his family has been serving for how many decades now. The Monroes and his respectable parents were good friends which actually started with the late Don Honoracio Inocencio Monroe who has been nothing but a charitable and great leader dating back to the early 1940s. The different charity events he founded were what gives his father— retired Lt. Col. Arquero Augusto Vizmanos— the chance to attain an education which led him to the successful life he has today.