Novel & Cerita Hermanos Rivera

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

The motherf****r was f*****g himself to Nora’s voice. After he had calmed himself, he traced the caller and identified him as a classmate of Nora. Alex Rivera was his name. The son of Charlie Rivera and also a famous playboy in the entire Kingstown. Liam’s smile dropped when he heard Alex’s name. “Leave him to me. I have some scores to settle with that motherf****r.” After Stefan got hold of Alex, he called Liam over and told him about it. Liam’s fury was almost identical to Stefan’s when the latter had heard the call.

Ramos had arrived with Rafael, the gun, hammer, and laden belt. Angela spread out a blanket and Ramos placed Rafael on it. She then unclipped the knife from the belt and returned to Father Dom, cutting him loose. The priest sat up, rubbing his wrists and shaking his feet. “Who do you have with you, child?” “My brother Rafael. Months ago Vasquez told everyone Rafe had died trying to escape Tío Luis’s prison. Herrera has hurt Rafe badly to force me to marry. There’s also a warrior called Ramos helping us, but Herrera has done something awful to him. We must hurry now and talk later.”

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Isn't that Rivera's siblings? "Yes, " I replied shortly and observed Cassandra. She was stealing glances at James and the woman, and her eyes were instantly full of sadness, and it irked me. "He still hasn't learned his lesson. " James commented, then led the woman to one of the couches. "Hello, everyone. I want to introduce my friend Jessica. Jessica, this is Attorney Adrian Santos. My assistant is Xander Romero, and the rest are my friends. "Romero is James's real surname, and I'm using it.

(Brothers until the end. “Hermanos hasta el final.”

He nodded and let go of her for his mother and sister to squeeze him with hugs. Their awesome reunion was halted when they heard the shouts of men coming in their direction. Rivero left his mother's embrace and turned to face Hera . " Hera , hurry take my mother and sister with you , I will distract them !" " You will do no such thing, Rivero! You're coming with us and that's final ! " Stacy , his mother interrupted," I've lost my husband and am not about to lose my son too ! "

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

“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.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.