Hector Rivera Coco 소설 & 이야기

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.”

Coco called out in a sweet tone. Vermont was taken aback. Keegan then randomly pointed to Trevor and asked, "What about him?" Coco's eyes lit up, "Daddy!" Her reaction rendered Trevor speechless. Vermont then decided to say, "Coco, that's your uncle. You also have another uncle who is a big celebrity."

She looked at Hector but he just shook his head. I just shrugged because I had no idea why Zac is being moody all of a sudden. I couldn't see his full face since he is wearing his mask again. GALLEGOS MANSION Meet Hector Lawrence Gallegos: a half-Filipino, half-Spanish Mafia King from Spain, notorious for being a cold-blooded leader. Yet, he unexpectedly transformed into a passionate and warm lover after falling for the quirky Debbie Garnet and their romance brings out a whole new side of him.

HECTOR Reese finally had time to drive to Lake Tahoe, a freshwater lake in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, located on the border of the states of California and Nevada. This is to search and locate the redheaded girl—Xander Miller’s real savior. Hector soon arrived at the run-down office at the end of the numerous cabins that had seen better days. He sneered at the sight, “This place should be closed for renovation or maybe for good.” He uttered. Shortly after, he knocked at the admin office and a female staff member greeted him.

Mang Kiko was holding the phone, with the mouthpiece covered. “It's Alexa…” he said, and Aslan’s brows immediately furrowed in confusion. Alexa… His lips twitched slightly and curled into a subtle, almost sardonic smile as he licked them. When was the last time he heard the name Alexa mentioned in Hacienda Escobar? It seemed like a lifetime ago, and if he wasn’t mistaken, it was during Caroline’s funeral, their mother. That was seven years ago, when Alexa was only fifteen and he was twenty-six.

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "

The air smelled like whiskey and gunpowder—his usual blend. Matteo stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his sharp eyes scanning the street below. Nico paced like a caged animal, phone clutched tightly in his hand. "We got a lead," Nico muttered, stopping mid-step. He glanced down at his phone, then back up. "Cassio brought the Varela brothers in through one of his old contacts. A guy named Hector Ruiz." Adrian’s jaw tightened. He fucking knew that name. Hector had been a slimy piece of shit back when he worked for Cassio—running weapons, setting up deals. Then he disappeared, like a rat scurrying into the sewers.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

Hector taught her how to make a simple yet perfect tomato sauce, his hands guiding hers over the tomatoes, his body brushing against hers in a way that made her blush. Finally, they sat at the table on the veranda with the stunning ocean view as a backdrop. The pasta with the fresh tomato and basil sauce was simply divine. "This is incredible," Theresa praised, savoring a bite with her fork. "I never thought that the great Hector Silva, owner of the hottest nightclub in town, knew how to cook so well." He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "There's a lot about me you don't know. I like the simplicity of cooking. It's... therapeutic."