Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

Ana whispered, both prayer and warning, “Santiago Morales.” Javier straightened instantly, his eyes lighting up as he had just seen an old friend – or perhaps a benefactor. “Señor Morales,” he greeted the man with a respectful nod, his tone holding a certain reverence that was hard to miss. Mr. Morales simply returned the greeting with a small smile, as if he was used to this kind of reception. Then he turned his attention to me, our eyes meeting for one charged, terrifying heartbeat. There was something unreadable in his gaze – something molten, assessing, unsettling. It made my breath catch.

His arms were bruised, his face swollen, and his chest ached with each breath. — Am I alive… or barely alive? — he wondered. Then he heard it. A faint click. The sound of a lighter. The flame illuminated a face that looked carved from stone. Salvatore Al Moro. The Black Scorpion. Seated behind an antique desk, with a glass of cognac in one hand and a lit cigar in the other, he watched him unhurriedly. His dark eyes, deep as bottomless pits, pierced through him with that stillness that is more terrifying than a scream.

Answers seeking is useless, if time does not allow two people to know what mystery awaits. Que sera sera; Only time is the real cursor of life. - Unknown. ------------------------------------ The year 2000 in Manila | Saint Saiti's Hospital. _____________________ "You are not allowed to leave this room. You are coming with me," says Jemiah. "No, she's going to stay with me. I have only been with her for three months. You are being selfish, Jemiah!" says her father.

He quickly stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry for the interruption, General Morrison." His voice shook a bit, and he hurriedly urged his parents. "Come on, Mom, Dad. Let's leave quickly." Annoyed, Dario brushed off Samuel's hand. "Leave? We haven't got the money." Samuel broke into a cold sweat. "What money are you talking about? That's General Morrison from the military base! Have you lost your mind from drinking?" Betty was suddenly shocked as realization hit her. "Is he the General Morrison who shut down Jim's casino?"

“Exactly. He’ll either learn how to be part of this team, or he’ll crash and burn. And honestly? I’m fine with either outcome.” Torres nodded approvingly, his lips curling slightly. “He won’t see it coming. He’s still got a lot to learn about respect.” Just as Leah was about to respond, her phone buzzed on the table, interrupting their conversation. The three of them fell silent as she glanced down at the screen. Her expression immediately shifted from playful to serious when she saw the name flashing across the display: Chief Morales. Leah’s stomach tightened for a second. She quickly grabbed the phone and answered, her voice steady but attentive. "Leah Moore."

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

Saeris’s breath caught, but she didn’t let it show though. Flynn’s voice echoed, unbidden. ‘What he is. He’s not some wolf you can bat your lashes at. He’s a predator. He toys with his prey.’ Doubt coils tight. She knew his reason! She does! “You really don’t know him,” Mor said, almost to herself. “I can see it in your eyes.” Saeris shoved the ice down. “I appreciate your concern,” she said. “But I really should be going.” “In such a hurry?” Mor’s smile turned feline. “Hah~ It’s fine. I know we’d have a lot of fun.”

"This is my fault, I trusted Vincent when every instinct screamed not to." "You trusted because you wanted to save me," Elena said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Any daughter would have done the same." "Any daughter wouldn't have been stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap." Footsteps echoed in the corridor and I tensed expecting more guards, but the man who entered made my blood run cold because his presence radiated power and age and casual cruelty that spoke of centuries spent manipulating wolves for his own ends. Elder Mordecai looked ancient with skin like weathered parchment and eyes that had seen empires rise and fall, but his magical aura was stronger than anyone I'd ever

It turns out that Morana's past life was not that simple, it would not be surprising if their father threatened Morana to reveal her past if she did not leave Quirino. But, what exactly happened to Morana and why did she become like this? "Then what again?" Ask Dr. Sherry with the same tone of voice. “I… I was so scared… I thought Miss Morana was possessed…” The driver lowered his head in shame having such thoughts. It's understandable, the driver is a man from the village who doesn't socialize too much in the city even though he has followed this family for quite a while, but that kind of belief is still firmly attached to him.