Joaquin Mondragon の小説・ストーリー

the maid had her head down as she spoke. I couldn't see much from where I was but I could hear her shaky voice. It was the head maid. Father must've ordered the old lady to do something beyond her abilities again. The next thing I saw made me gasp. He went for her hair and pulled it back, his intimidating figure towering over her. "Do I need to repeat myself?!" I flinched at the intensity of those words. "N-no, Sire."

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

“No way, Luther will ever allow his son to be a source of entertainment.” “Source of entertainment?” I frowned. “Do you mean footballers are entertainers?” He shrugged. “Yep.” I rolled my eyes. “They are not entertainers but real heroes. Women are crazy about them. Did you ever hear about Cristiano Ronaldo? Oh my God! He is so hot and sizzling.” Cassius grinned. “I beg you, never let these words out in front of my crazy brother. He has already lost his half-brain cells after you and will lose half after hearing this.”

Juan continued, "Aside from that, we've managed to get in touch with Drogoton and Novemton." "What's their situation?" "Sir Draco just left Drogoton this morning in search of a man called Crutcher. Drogoton also encountered a new species of monsters they’re calling minotaurs. These creatures’ bodies are as hot as lava, and bullets are ineffective against them. Drogoton is currently using large amounts of concrete and rebars to expand its walls. They told us to prepare ourselves to go up against these monsters. That's what I’m here about."

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

My flavour said. "Who is she? I asked. "My teacher. She's my teacher." "Really? What's your name? "I'm Monalisa." "Mona-li-sa, perfect. Such beautiful and soft name for a soft angel." I smiled at her and she blushed. "Not so sir. Welcome to our school's little festival." "I'm glad I made it. I can't what I almost missed out on if I had stayed back at home. I'm glad I made it. I'm Jayden James Bruno, the CEO Bruno business empire. I'm glad to meet you, pretty one"

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

I didn't know this. "And what happened to them?" Another one asked. "It was Drew Mondragon. The hunky sexy, snob beast," said Tracy. What the. . .my mouth parted. I didn't see this coming. I was hoping it would be Atticus or Xavion or the other Mondragon Boys. But no, not. It was Drew! "Oh my goodness! Do you mean Drew Mondragon? The owner of Monde Corporations?" another one asked. "Yes," Tracy nodded.

"Magnus Jordan, you're getting the crates into the barn, fast!" Pedro Reyes growled, not even trying to hide his anger at the handsome, well-built physique man. What he was doing here had been a mystery to him ever since he had his first glimpse of the newest protégé of Carlos del Valle. Not only had that, solely by the outward appearance between his compatriots noticed massively, but it was also no secret that he did not have his drug use under control.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.