George Lopez Mga Nobela at Kwento

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

My body is shaking a lot, remembering everything. “It’s just a dream. A dream. A nightmare. It’s not real. This is the real world. I’m not Selena,” I whispered to myself curling on my knees to hug them.

George Jr was quite a cunning man, he had the habit of getting into bed with every woman he interacted with and Lola was about to become his next prey. Lola followed him to a pub where they sat and talked about life and work. She tried her hardest to exclude Bart from the conversation but it was almost impossible because they spent all their time together. George kept ordering tequila for both of them, he was a heavy drinker so he had no problem with this. "So... George, enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

On the opposite, a few men and women walked up while shouting arrogantly, “Get out of the way!” Lydia originally wanted to chastise them, but when she saw the other party's appearance, she quickly pulled Philip aside. Philip frowned, feeling very upset. He glanced at the foreign men and women walking over. Lydia seemed to know what Philip was going to do, so she hurriedly nudged at him and said, “Don’t cause trouble. You can’t beat him. His name is Javi Lopez. He’s the eldest young master of the top-ranking Lopez boxing family. He’s also the default heir and a high-ranking martial artist.”

He got up, slipped on some shorts, and went to see who it was. It was Fernando. George nearly rolled his eyes. Fernando didn’t like the sight of him shirtless in Lucia’s home. He tried to barge in, but George blocked him. “She’s sleeping, and she doesn’t want to be disturbed,” George said firmly. “She’s my fiancée,” Fernando gritted his teeth. “And I’m her personal bodyguard,” George crossed his arms, giving him a flat, unyielding stare. “What’s going on?” Lucia appeared behind George, pulling her bathrobe tighter around herself.

“He’s not my love. I’m telling you he will not give a damn about me being here.” “Ooh, she speaks hard too.” Lopez said, turning to his men, feigning surprise. Then, he turned back to me. “Like I said, let’s see. Let’s find out if he’ll really ignore you, and leave you to the cruel hands of fate.” He said, stroking my hair. “You have long, beautiful hair. Not too many girls have waist-length hair nowadays. It’s so hot, but they all prefer much more bouncier hairstyles.” He said, then looked at my body. “Sweetie, I’m going to be starting from the top. I’ll cut things off your body like they don’t matter, and I’ll do so in an orderly fashion, and send them as gifts to John. Ooh, I can’t wait t

I greeted the giant before me. "I was coming through the city and decided to come and say hello to my favorite bartender.” He grinned before pointing to my office door. "I also have some new products in case you're interested.” George was a handsome male specimen, almost seven feet tall, with blond hair that was always well combed, happy brown eyes, and a model smile. Oh, and a body of fear, literally of fear. I guided him to the office, because he wasn’t only physically beautiful, but also intelligent, he had a tequila distillery that was beginning to sound among the shops.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

He said. George nodded and didn't ask more. He just go back to his seat and look at papers in front of him. The papers containing all the informations that his young master's wanted. From Lopez assets to Lopez previous incidents. "Give me those papers." He looked up when he heard Daveryl speak while approaching him. His wearing a turtle neck that also has a long sleeves. It's actually hot outside but he's wearing it, weird.

Andres replied when Luis shook his head. “She has put on some weight, Beta Rodriguez. And I find it hard to believe your statement when Emilia is reeking with the scent of her perfume. I know she never wears this much perfume.” Luis asserted. If it was a year ago, I would have been over the moon that Luis had noticed these small details about likes and dislikes, but right now, I was trembling in fear within.