Novelas y relatos de John Casada

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.”

“I can’t just let her go! I’ve spent all my savings on this wedding. Everything I have is gone! I’ve put all my hopes on her inheritance. I’ve been fired from my job, and I need her money to pay off my gambling debts. I don’t have anything else!” I straighten, looking down at him with disgust. “Pathetic,” I sneer. “You’ve reduced yourself to this—a gold-digging parasite leeching off someone who deserves so much better than you. But don’t worry.” I glance at Caleb, who stands silently by the door, his expression unreadable. “Make sure he’s refunded. Every penny. I don’t want him thinking he has any ties to her—or me.” Adam’s head snaps up, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. “Wait,”

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.

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I struggle to say; my voice is raspy from lack of use. "Isla!" Zac rushes to my side, "You're awake, thank the goddess. You are awake!" His voice was frantic, much like his appearance. Dark circles outline his bright eyes, his usually perfectly styled hair is disheveled, and the thick layer of stubble says taking care of himself has been a low priority.

It's not that he doesn't want his tito to be here but the three of them will never stop bugging him if he will not come to the party. "Jiro, My savior!" Casper immediately went to his brother to hug him. "Help me convince our cousin, please?" Casper Jace Lazarillo and Jiro Gavin Lazarillo are brothers and the sons of the most famous mafia in the whole country, Miguel Lazarillo. Casper was the eldest son and Jiro is the second. But if people compare them both, Jiro is more mature than Casper. Jiro is a chess player, His strength is his mindset and strategic plans. While Casper is a masculine guy, he is more on physical activities. That's why Caspian needs both of them in his city.

Casper knew how to make his wife jealous and it was working because Jenna had engaged in a chat with Caddaric to avoid Casper. “The game is simple. There are eleven suitors and you are going to dance with each of them for just a minute. While you dance with them, a short profile of their life and achievement will be aired on that huge LED screen. Can you do that darling?” He asked her. Cassandra glanced at the eleven men but her gaze lingered on Allan before she forcefully peeled it off, smiled, and nodded her head in agreement. Casper was satisfied and announced. “We shall begin with Don Salvatore, the only son of my late friend, Tino.” Tino was one of the Godfathers Casper had left in char

Jessica answered. "So you love Caspar David Friedrich’s paintings?" "Yes, yes, I do. One of my favorites is The Lonely Wanderer. It’s full of emotion!" Jessica answered thoughtfully. "I also love… " I cut off their conversation by walking between them. "Excuse me." "Mr. Nicholas Ford! Hi! It’s nice to see you here," the guy said, extending his hand toward me. I shook his hand. Rich Galvez. Jessica's date. The son of Mr. Rolando Galvez, one of our business partners. So Mr. Galvez was serious when he said he was going to set Jessica up with his son.

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped