Fran Bow Palontras Novels & Stories

“Luna... how different you look today. You look beautiful.” It was Bernardo's partner, and all eyes turned to the door, including Carlos's. For a moment, Maura froze. Her impeccable expression faltered before reappearing forced—and venomous. “Yes, Camila looks really beautiful,” she said, with that little smile trembling at the corner of her mouth. “Wearing a sexy dress like that... it's not for everyone.” The provocation came like a slap. I took a deep breath. I prepared to respond, but...

Cali. The ruthless boss of the Cali Cartel? So this is him, she thought, heart pounding heavily. “Going once…” the auctioneer stammered, intimidated. “The Princess of Sinaloa, Sold for $1 million!” Ramón walked towards the platform, his eyes fixed on Lola. A shiver ran down her spine – not just fear, but a thrill like playing with fire. He stopped inches away, his calloused hand gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up at him.

There was also an envelope with a note that said: My princess, as long as I live , I will see to it that everything taken from you is restored. I felt breathless when I read those words, but for a moment I wondered if the surprise was really Caled 's . What if it was your brother's? He probably already knew I was going to Mudab . If he thinks he's going to buy me gifts, he's sorely mistaken. I will never marry someone because of a contract. I am not an object to be exchanged for business. That will never happen. I opened the other package and found a beautiful gold bracelet, adorned with blue stones. I held it before my eyes and felt my heart race when I saw a pendant in the shape of a falco

added Fruto. Roy and Milan stared at each other, befuddled. Milan spoke persuasively, “I assure you that we haven’t found the opportunity to go there at all. Not until we’re qualified anyway. You must have been mistaken.” “Oh... Alright, I must be wrong then. Thank you. Ponjie, grab your bag so we can head back.” Fruto didn’t wait for Ponjie and went outside first. “Okay,” Ponjie stood up, seeming to be fluid with his movements, before reaching the door, he turned and asked arrogantly, “Same time here tomorrow?”

“And you, why did you come here instead of protecting your king?” “My duty remains here. It is to protect you, princess, the last of the royal family.” Falstad bowed his head, hiding his expression under this act. “I’ve seen how easily lord Dillan fell under that man’s spells, it was as easy as cutting butter. He had no chance to even respond, not even a second to utter a word.” “Lord Dillan the kingdom’s champion?” Falstad nodded. “So my princess, I assumed for the worst. And do you hear those shouts? They aren’t cheers, but the wails of men being culled at the moment.”