Gio Ramos Novels & Stories

Letting me know that he's the one I was meeting here for. So he already know my face, kahit ngayon ko palang ito nakita. I just nodded at him while studying him as he walked towards my table. With his slim built, wrinkled face and some white hairs on his head, halatang matanda na nga ito but with how stiffed his body as he walked towards me, mukhang mas malakas pa yata ito sa kalabaw. "I'm Ricky Vista, Ms. Romero. Finally we meet." He greeted nang makalapit sya as he held out his hand for a handshake.

I shuddered; I knew that the water off the coast was frigid this time of year, and the swimmer wasn’t wearing a wet suit. Back on the boat, the well-dressed man cleared his throat and said in a crisp English accent, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Villar.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Soriano,” I said, extending my hand. The man chuckled softly as he shook my hand. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “The whole world,” he replied. “But especially what you just said.” “This is Roman Gomez, Mr. Joemar Soriano’s personal assistant,” Andre explained. The two of them embraced briefly, and then Andre added, “Didn’t realize you were back so soon.”

-Infinity June XX, 20XX SUBJECT I’m in pain, but no one can tell. Infinity Ramos (infinityramossantos@g***l.com) to Paolo Elroy Santos (PaoloElroySantos@g***l.com) Mahal, I was surprised that you suddenly came and asked me to watch a movie.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

Mario said in frustration which surprised Emiliano and Angelo "Ramon is dead?" It was Emiliano who asked and Mario nodded. Ramon was some powerful drug dealer based in Italy. Apparently Ramon was an old man with an ambition to rise to the top and gain billions and to achieve that he had some extra help to make dirty fast cash and that was being an underground drug dealer and Armando's number one enemy but if he died then his beloved son was to take up the business and of what he heard Ramon's son was twice as shrewd as his father

he retorted, his words hurt when I felt my eyes tear up, but I didn't let the tears fall. “How do you know I have millions of dollars in my bank account, Beta Rodriguez?” I asked him when he turned around to face me. “You were Gamma Knight’s mate, Emilia. Moreover, you have been whoring around as well. So I don't think you can be left a beggar.” his words were like a knife that repeatedly stabbed me, but I didn't say anything as a forced smile appeared on my face.

“You don’t have to give Lorenzo up. Just tell me what you know about his moves. His routes. His strategy. Speak, and you walk out. Stay silent, and this room becomes your grave.” Nothing. Not even a blink. The oldest of them looked up slowly. Lips split and caked with blood. He said his name was Ramos. He met Diego’s gaze and said, almost with pity, “You don’t understand, do you?” Diego tilted his head. “Try me.” Ramos’ voice was hoarse. “Some men don’t live for survival. We live for meaning. For loyalty.” That was it. His final sentence. Diego gave no warning. No sigh. Just raised the gun and put a bullet through his forehead.

She had reached the summit of her powers so she just enjoyed them. One particular man was like Zac Logan. Her heart had skipped when she first saw him. His name was Ram Smith. He was an American-Filipino. His features were aggressive. He was also lean and muscled. He worked as a forest ranger. One hazy dusk, Ram stumbled upon her house. He had seen the candlelight inside from afar and was stunned when he saw a large structure instead of a cottage. Ram was even more stunned when Olga appeared on the door. She was wearing a gauzy cloth. The see-through dress revealed her soft and youthful body.

Louie asked her husband. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry. ” Dominic continued speaking. Neva suddenly asked Dominic what his father’s name was. “What is the name of Gio’s father?” Neva asked. “He is…” Gilbert’s phone rang, so he left first to answer the call. “My father’s name is Roel Reyes,” Gio answered. The glass Natasha was holding broke when she heard the name Roel Reyes. Suddenly she remembered something, but could not understand why it was dark for her to see. Natasha was stunned...

“You're not the girl I lost three years ago.” “Good,” she said. “She was soft. Naive.” “She was still dangerous.” “Now she's lethal.” A pause stretched between them. Then he asked. “Do you want to do this messy?” Her smile was razor-thin. “Oh messy.” The Romeros operated out of an estate in Valencia — less fortress, more palace. Gold gates, security patrols, gardens sculpted to disguise landmines. The head of the family, Hector Romero, had taken power after Amara’s father's fall.