Gabe Morales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ms Reina replied. Noah scratched the back of his head and stretched his arms then began to speak, "Well, unlike all of you, I wasn't reincarnated. I was alive the whole time and fighting this war for millennia. I've met the Calma staff for several years now. It's just recently though that I got to know Maura. I only have one purpose and that is to destroy the entity that appeared before us a while ago, Moros, the daemon of doom. I won't let Elpis' sacrifice go to waste. As long as Moros lingers the surface of the earth, strife has no end." For the first time, Noah didn't look goofy. He's actually determined, and I can see a fire in his eyes showing all of us how passionate he is.

she mocks. “Ah, the Goddess of the Abyss. How does it feel to be replaced?” Azadou taunts. “See, now that was a stupid thing to say,” Morrtemis murmurs, shaking her head as she leans against a tree. Merlos raises her eyebrow. “You really do have Jartre’s ego.” She sighs, “You poor misguided baby God. You think far too highly of your abilities. You see, one thing you fail to realise is that while you were born of darkness…I AM darkness. And while you can block out the light…” A slow smirk forms on her face, “I can devour it...and so much more.”

A man covered in a black robe stood behind him, “it is you” Jim Kim smiled faintly and nodded, and scoffed, “of course, who else were you expecting it to be?” Mora's face was unsightly, wondering why the rich were unruly, “let me go, I have never wronged you” she begged. Jim Kim's face darkened, and he glared at Mora “you made me angry, that is all, I would have killed you long ago, but, that old mother of yours is intelligent, just so you know, those who go against me end off dying mysteriously” he sneered.

But deep down… he knew she was right. The inside of the house was hot and cozy, but Morales was like a burglar. Teresa eyed him warily, Wendy remained composed but observant, and Benedict? Benedict's entire body tensed the moment he saw him. "Morales," Benedict said coolly, stepping forward. "Why are you here?" Morales met his gaze, the weight of their shared history hanging thick in the air. "'I came to see for myself, Morales admitted to himself, this time in almost a whisper since his voice felt softer than what he intended 'To see if all of that… if that was real too.'"

Morales took the glass of water from the table and threw it over her face. Everything happened so fast, Carina Morales could only close her eyes and let the water pour over her head and face. The guests in the cafe also looked in their direction curiously, not understanding what was going on. Mrs. Morales gritted her teeth and shouted: "What a licentious, disgusting thing. Aren't you ashamed of what you've done? I feel ashamed for you, too.” Carina Morales pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the pain in her heart. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped her face, and said helplessly, “Why do you say that? I don't understand what have I done to be ashamed of?"

I barked without looking away from Moris’s terrified eyes. Grey pulled a tablet from his jacket and laid it on the table. A recording began to play, Morris’s voice, clear and unmistakable, speaking to a contact in the city. 'Drake is very strong, he has no weak point, but you could try getting the girl and use her as a bait.' The silence that followed was heavier than the mountain above us. Morris stopped struggling. His body went limp, the realization of his death finally settling into his bones. “You sold your own blood, Moris. For what? What glitters enough to blind you to your own people?” Grandmother’s voice drifted. “Tell me, how many of our secrets have you scattered like dust?”

I didn’t know that he sent one to my phone because I am busy with my revenge. “Hi babe… just in case you’re back to your senses… always remember how much I love you” My heart pound fast when I heard the voice clip that he sent me and it can’t stop pounding even though I tried to make it stop, by convincing myself that everything is fine and what I did is fine because that is what I wanted, A revenge from the demons who sexually abused me, but there is something in me that is telling that I am not fine. I listened to the voice clip again and it makes me remember something. I scrolled for more and I found a lot of our pictures together. A sweet and happy moment. Our memories are full of posi

Galileo whispered into my ear. I opened my mouth to respond to him when the blonde-haired man turned around. It was Williams Morales. The bastard. The shock on his face when his eyes landed on me was a reward in itself. What if I buy his daughter just to spite him? But it’s an auction. Too much money to waste. “It’s Mr. Morales! The stronzo (asshole)!” Galileo muttered. When Williams Morales outsmarted us with an inadequate delivery over seven years ago, Matteo was in the UK. My grandfather was still the mafia boss and I was his underboss. Galileo and I were the ones given the task of confronting the bastard.

“In what order do you value these three things: your country, your family, and your personal autonomy?” It continues like this with a handful of other questions, all that I assume are supposed to give the headmaster and other judges (maybe teachers?) an idea of her character. With each answer, the judges' reactions are hard to read. Their faces remain stony, their entire personalities distant. “Henry Roba.” Headmaster Stroud moves on to the boy standing next to Trixie. “If Hawthorn were to catch fire and you could only go into it to save one person, who would that be?”

He crawled towards him cautiously with the intentions to give his pal a hug while his eyes never left Ekai's face, although Morris failed to see that slap coming which landed across his cheek like a hare bullet and it burnt later on after the two minutes of silence. Morris had already controlled himself after coming there because of the condition Ekai had called him and on the realization of treating none other than Kazen MacNarma had boiled him even more. "What tje fuck is wong with you man?" He turned his face only to see a man glaring at him with a disbelieving expression on his face creased all over with an utter shock. Morris yelled at Ekai Enzo Enrique and held him by both shoulders to