John Paul Hernandez Mga Nobela at Kwento

He glanced upward, letting his eyes sweep across the sea of roaring fans before raising a hand to wave at them. "Thank you! Thank you so much, everyone. You’re one of the biggest inspirations and sources of strength for our team to keep pushing ourselves to play better. We wouldn’t be here without you." "Thank you, Jerome, and good luck in your next games," the reporter said with a bright smile. "Thank you, too!" Jerome replied as he made his way toward the locker room, stretching out his hands to greet the eager fans reaching for a chance to touch him. He was Jerome Hernandez. Twenty-two years old and the very definition of perfection. Strikingly handsome, sharp-witted, kind at heart, and g

They didn’t know what to expect when they came. “Mr. Giovanni has passed away. I am sorry for your loss…”

She was quiet for a good while, and I waited, my left eye twitching the more I got impatient. Luckily, she answered before I could say fuck this and go to the club myself to check, "That is Paulo Hernandez. He is the owner of several chains of hotels in the country. He also started running for a position in the House of Representatives too." I nodded, even if she could not see me. "Hmm. Make sure he is treated very well, and pick the hottest stripper to be assigned to him." I told her casually. "Sure thing, boss. Is there anything else you would need?" She questioned.

Stefani hated it very, very much. "To add more, with this guy of all people, Dad! Why did you choose this monkey?!" Stefani's finger started pointing at Jonathan Gonzalez, the 24-year-old most trusted employee of Mr. Hernandez. Mr. Hernandez sighed then opened his mouth. "Stefani, it's just an engage-"

“He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.” Elijah exhaled a long line of smoke, his voice smooth. “You expected him to ignore his Luna forever? Did you really believe that a beauty like her can be ignored. Don’t get me wrong, but living in the same house with her, seeing her beauty, and getting to know her… it would have been hard on any man.”

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard.