John Paul Hernandez Novels & Stories

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

He's a different story; he's one sick son of a bitch, not to mention he knows people, and I know those people are even worse than we are. I opened the door to my office, and we walked in quietly. On one of the chairs, I saw a man in his late fifties with gray hair; his eyes looked like he had lost his soul, and the bags under his eyes told me he hadn't slept in a while. I can't help but wonder what his story is. “Johnny, this is Carter; he will give us all the information that we need," Ciro introduced us. I nodded my head and looked at Carter. "We have a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully. Do you understand?" I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances.

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

His name is well known in the industry, kaya kilala ko din siya sa apilyido pero hindi nga lang sa mukha. "Ilang taon ka na ba hija?" Tanong ni Mr. Hernandez. Nang tumagal ang titig ko ay parang may kumukha siya. "I'm only 16 po." "Hmm. Kung ganun kilala mo si Zaiheal?" My forehead furrowed, but eventually my eyes widened when I realized something. Bakit ko nga ba nakalimutan na may kilala akong Hernandez sa school. They're family name was very well known in the elite society and I heard they are a family of engineers. Magagaling daw sila kaya nanatili sa tuktok.

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

this was a void. My carefully constructed plan had yielded a result, but it was a result that felt more crushing than any confrontation could have. I had been searching for a crack in his facade, a hint of the old connection. Instead, I had found a solid, impenetrable wall. The “chance” encounter had revealed a chilling truth: the Earnest I was looking for might no longer exist, or at least, he was so deeply buried that he was unrecognizable.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

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.

“Welcome back to the living world and to mine, where I hold your life in the palm of my hands.” Enzo snorted and threw his head back once to remove the hair from his face. He said nothing in response to the man's words, which seemed to strike a nerve as his jaw clenched and his gaze vulcanized. He cleared his throat again. "I believe you are unfamiliar with me, Enzo Mezzesalma, but allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jones Hernandez, and five years ago, I used to work for your father before he threw me out like trash. As the responsible son, you assisted him in doing so. I barely made it out alive, but ever since that day, I have vowed to bring you down. This is my starting point, and I