Felix Taveras Novels & Stories

’ Pete noticed her frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “What was the name of the guy, the drug dealer or whatever he is who put a price on the Reiver’s head?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Harris, Gordon Harris, why?” “There was a victim of the massacre called Paul Harris, his DNA profile is here, I tested it myself. Maybe they are related?” she looked at Pete questioningly.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

For later. “I’m in trouble,” Nivera murmured. “Not yet,” Martha said gently. “You didn’t say anything to her, did you?” “No. But I’m afraid of what Valerian will do. He said he’d take care of it.” Martha didn’t respond to that. Instead, she looked at Nivera with a question in her eyes. “What do you know about Alexandro?” Nivera asked. “Why is Valerian so obsessed with him? Why haven’t we invaded? Why hasn’t he?”

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

His voice cracks and becomes high-pitched, as if he had just hit puberty, and I can't help but snicker. "Fine? Is she really just fine? Fine doesn't cut it for me. Fine is too neutral. I don't like neutral." Thomas's gaze falls on the man's nametag. "Jester. So, tell me, is she great? Healthy? Do I need to worry about her not being able to breathe in the middle of the night?" Jester shakes his head as he places an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. Ah, that feels good. I take a deep breath, savoring the oxygen, and then relax.

Don't get me angry Timothy" ********************** Felix was led into a private VVIP room. As he got into the room, the beautiful stripper was already waiting for him. Felix pours himself a wine as he watches how she shows her skills with her pole. "I want you to marry me" he said boldly to her as she stopped, turned to look at him like he was drunk or high on drugs. "Yes. Marry me. I will pay you twenty grand, half of it while you sign the marriage contract, you will get the other half when you are done, when I say so", Felix said to her. "Are you high on drugs?" She asked him, withdrawing from him. "I'm not interested" she said. "Why won't you be interested? Whores get excited when they he

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.