Gio Ramos Novels & Stories

I could feel it in his eyes, and I could see it in his rage, his body language. I smiled sweetly, taking a step forward. “Don’t lie to yourself, Gio. You saw the fire in her. It’s yours as much as it is mine. She is your daughter as much as she is mine. I think that you know that very well.” “She stabbed you,” he said dryly. “I would say that this is the one thing that she might have of me. At least she managed to put you in place. She reminded you that you were not invincible. And that going against me was not going to get you anywhere.”

My stomach felt his huge feet with heavy shoes harassingly kicking me. “I see you are still alive,” he spoke with his normal voice. I forced to open my eyes only to see how blurry my vision was. Water is covering my eyes and I have no choice but to let them flow once more crying in silent. “Stand up and do your chores!” My stepmom is here too walking from the door. They left me there still weak and unable to move right. I studied the whole room using my eyes. ‘Is this reality? This can’t be real. I meet a man last night and he said he is Angelo.’

Justin furrowed his eyebrows as she explained that. "And look at you, you have the looks," Ms. Santiago added. Justin smiled quietly. Justin Ramos has tousled hair that he covers on his forehead. His hazel and lambent eyes, prominent nose, and his bold lips that are sexier than usual made the girls from the other faculty swoon over him. But Mr. Ramos is not in love. He stands about 5 feet and 8 inches, making him the tallest of the 6th-grade teachers at Jacob's Elementary School. He shaved his beard earlier in the morning, revealing his fair share of his chiseled jawline that his mother always nagged and said that it got it from his father.

I know she's scared of getting heartbroken but from the way he sounds, I can tell that he won't break her heart. "I'll help you," I announced. "Really?" "You heard me right Rob, I'll help you win her over. But if you break her heart I won't hesitate to deal with you personally Robby," I threatened. "Thanks a lot, Giordana, I promise I won't hurt her." "Anytime Robby. But heads up, it's not going to be easy. Rita is a very resolute person." "I know." "I'm glad you do." "Thank you so much Giordana, I'll try everything humanly possible to keep her happy."

Walking towards the male’s desk, he placed a white envelope on the table. “A while ago you asked me to look Into the individual whom had been digging into the Romero family’s past,” He stopped, waiting for his boss’s reaction before continuing. Gabriel, picked the envelope and opened it, pulling out the contents and his brows arched the moment his eyes landed on the picture in his hand. “Who is he?” He asked, looking up at Billy. “His name is Jamil Vanadas,” Billy explained. “He’s the current CEO of Herox Media and owns several branches and subsidiaries in the Middle East of Mexico and further investigation showed that he and Ms. Romero were quite…close in high school.”

Rami goaded him as he hopped up on the table to sit behind her on the table and rested his hand on her shoulder, “a normal man would have introduced himself, wooed her, courted her, and then made her fall in love with him. Instead, you bought her like a freak.” “I intended to do exactly this however things needed to escalate because of Cruz Hawley.” “Donkey Kong!” Rame called out and the group all laughed. “He is so not going to like the nickname,” Presley giggled. “Presley, sweetheart, come out and we can talk.” “No. I’m going to remain right in front of this door to protect my new friends.” Rami’s phone rang and Liborio heard it. “Where did you get the phone?” Rami stepped as far back to t

Father Dom glowered and said, “There are some canned goods in a box back here. Cherries, different vegetables, and soups.” He disappeared before Angela could reply. Ramos wasn’t evil. The priest would soon learn that. “Cherries?” Rafael whispered hoarsely, seemingly more stunned at that prospect than the healing. He rose to his feet and took several steady steps then looked back at Ramos. “I don’t know who you are, but I am grateful for this and for your rescue of Angela.” “You are welcome. But no warrior needs thanks for doing what his heart and soul deems to be right.”

“Tell her everything, you are a Garcia, she deserves to know,” “I'm not a Garcia…it's irrelevant…” Pedro cut him off, he was a Ramirez, not a Garcia. Zane was about to say something when there was a light knock, turning around, it was Gabby who entered however with someone unexpected.

Sophia Joyner enticed Jim Ramsay. Jim Ramsay wrestled intensely within himself. Confronted with Karen Goodwill, he could no longer suppress his desires. He knew not who Sophia Joyner was, but she spoke the truth — Jim Ramsay yearned for Karen Goodwill. Sophia Joyner exuded unwavering confidence in her plan, convinced that Jim would not miss this opportunity. She had prepared a camera in the room, poised to capture compelling footage to send to Gordon Williams.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”