Gangster Jail Love Drawings Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a moment, the usual hardness in his expression faded as he stared at the drawings. He raised a finger and pointed at the first figure. “This one is the Luna holding Gab,” he said softly. Then he pointed to the figure beside her. “And this one… that’s you.” I stared at the rough sketches on the wall. Even with simple charcoal lines, the drawing somehow captured the protective way I always stood. “And this is Henry,” Julius continued, moving his finger to the next figure. “And these two have to be Alpha Stone and Mr. D. And this one…”

he begins but I interrupt him. "I swear to god if you tell me we have another mole in our gang Gli strapperó la testa dal copro e el manderó al loro capo in una bella scatola con un elegant fiocco in cima," I tell them. (I will rip their head from their body and send it to their leader in a nice box with an elegant bow on top) "Well that sounds nice but that is not what we have to tell you," Will says with a look of satisfaction of my words.

Seats prepared for Valentine, Eugene, and Leo. "You handled this job exceptionally well and cleanly," Don Luciano praised, patting Valentine's shoulder. Mateo smiled with his eyes as he sipped wine, and Alberto put down the newspaper he had been holding onto the table. The Miami Herald. A local Miami newspaper. A large headline was emblazoned on the front page: "BLOODY WAR BETWEEN GANGS OVER DRUG TRAFFICKING RIGHTS. THIRTY MEMBERS OF EMERGING GANG KILLED IN TWO DAYS. GANG ANNIHILATED. BRUTAL MURDERS."

Elena's Point Of View Few days ago. "Okay Mr Dominic Castellano" I said while I dropped a bunch of files on the metal desk that separated both of us. "It says here that you've been involved in multiple criminal activities" I mean it was obvious, With all those tattoos one can only imagine what a man like him was capable of— stay focused Elena. "Uhm—Drugs, illegal shipment, you've been locked up a couple of times for assault" "I didn't assault anyone" he said with his Icy deep voice that made my skin crawl.

“You’re the lady my mom hates.” “That’s right.” I stopped a few feet away, not wanting to scare him. “Are you hurt?” He shook his head, but I caught how he cradled his right hand. “Can I see?” I held out my palm, waiting. James glanced at Nick, then back to me before slowly extending his hand. His fingers were raw from scraping concrete and there was dried blood under his nails. “They made me draw them,” he whispered. “Over and over. Said I had to get them exactly right.”

Typical of Jane to always finish an unfinished discussion. “He’s not important; he’s just my boss nothing is happening to us. I love Mike and I will never cheat on him.” “Chill girl. You talk like a parrot.” I sign, taking another pancake into my mouth. Cheating on Mike is the last thing that I will ever do. We’ve been through a lot. Throwing everything away isn’t part of the deal. The deal is to love till forever. I watch Jane yawn. “You can go to bed now.”

I turn to leave when I see a drawing of. Me? I walk over to where it is also mounted on the cream wall. It is a drawing of me from that night at the club. It's so precise, the contours of my face, the shade, everything. The word "Red" and Xavier's signature are at the bottom. He actually drew this? A smile plays on my lips as my right hand reaches out to touch the drawing. "Never knew that breaking and entering was one of your specialties." Startled, I turn around to see annoyed Xavier glowering in the doorway.

Finally I'm out side but I have to ran away from this penthouse. On the main gate, there were many guards. I hide behind the tree. I threw stones in opposite direction of the guards so their intention go to this sound. They all ran towards the sound. Yesss.. I planned work out on these fools. I ran slowly towards main door and walked away from hell. Right now I was outside the penthouse that I started to hear voices from inside the home that madam had run away... I started to ran faster... Now I'm free from prison.... Now I will live my life with my love... But how I will contact with him. I have to do something.....

Jay glared at his friend. "H..Here, s..sir." Shin shakingly extended his hands, avoiding Kian's fiery eyes. Kian was holding the glass of beer Jay had forced Jessie to drink and intently looked at it, as if he's inspecting what's inside the cold beer. He then spoke. "Drugging someone is a very serious crime." "Jay, l..let's go." Shin rushingly stood up and held his friend's arm. "Why? Are you scared of Kian Park? He is clueless of what kind of wall he's trying to break." Jay just disrespected Kian who was older than him.

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”