Jellal Fernandes Novels & Stories

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

I say, hearing the man on the other end of the line chuckle excitedly. "Don't tell me you miss me." he teases, causing me to pull my lips together in a tight smile. No, I was not. Leaving prison was like being reborn and given a second chance and I definitely, without a doubt, miss that place. However, I made contacts in jail that are needed here, like the Captain, for example. Juan Fernandez is a Peruvian, naturalized Brazilian and with a great sense of humor for someone who had a difficult childhood and the misfortune of having been adopted by abusers, nowadays he is a well-known drug dealer in the criminal underworld, but extremely respected and that's why that I need your help.

Carmen's POV The first result was a W i k i p e d i a page. The photograph at the top showed a man in a white football jersey, arms spread wide after a goal, stadium lights shining behind him, thousands of people on their feet. The face was the same face that had been watching me from the pillow twenty minutes ago. Andre Fernandez is a Spanish professional footballer who plays as a winger for La Liga club Real Numancia and the Spain national team. Known for his exceptional dribbling, pace and agility, he is considered one of the best left-footed right wingers in the world.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

The young girl asked, brushing the rest sleep off her eyes. “A family friend,” Caleb casually responded, and I whiffed in disbelief. Never knew that was what I was to him all these years. “Eira,” he called out to me. “Meet my fated mate, Jane. We have been dating for a year now, and are planning our wedding,” he dropped the bomb.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

Everything finally made sense—why her voice felt familiar, why her presence stirred the memories he had long kept away. Aria was truly that woman. She hadn't died. In the end, all his arrogance and struggle had led him straight to ruin. His lips trembled, blood welling up in his throat. He couldn't utter another word. His strength faded as he lay sprawled on the ground, eyes fixed on the sky as the last glimmer of life drained away. Aria narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" Jaleel swallowed a mouthful of blood. "Who am I? I was a genius—a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy. But you imprisoned me until the world forgot I existed. My future was destroyed because of you. I was reduced to serving at your s