Jorge Del Rio Novels & Stories

Dante The drive back to Aléjandro’s home was quieter than our ride to the Ruiz home. There were the few minutes when Aléjandro called his father. My observation was that Jorge Roríguez was a man of few words. When Aléjandro questioned the reasoning behind the change from me to Rei, Jorge simply said it was his decision and he stood by it. My brother-in-law may feel sorry for me, but I wouldn’t doubt that his loyalties lay with his brother.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

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.

Third person point of view: “You are not going to call him to your side, Diego.” Luna Claudia snapped at her son, knowing that he was going to call the one man that she did not want him working with. The one person who she saw as a threat to him since he was born. The main reason why she believed that her eldest died.

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

Rio continued. “Who?” Leonard asked. “Mr. Guevarra.” Rio looks so serious as he answers Leonard. There was silence. They both stared at each other looking blank. “Don’t tell me you felt love at first sight with that old man, hahaha.” Leonard jokingly teases Rio. But he knew that his friend is in deep trouble. It is just his nature to joke around when everything seems to be eerie. Rio gave him a sharp glare. “Just kidding.” Leonard pats Rio on his shoulder again as he glared at him.

"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.

I give him a serious look. “Nobody will see it, other than the people that live here.” He runs out of the bedroom yelling, “Food is in the kitchen!” Running like a scared cat, what an Alpha, I laugh. I finish up my makeup, always keeping it basic—my hair in a ponytail, eating is more important at this point. I head downstairs, smelling something delicious—he made burritos for lunch, I don’t know if he can sense what I want to eat but Mexican food is my favorite go to. I sit at the counter that has a burrito already made up for me and some ice water. I guzzle the water, not realizing how thirsty I was. I began to eat, the avocado and steak hitting my taste buds before I realize I’m moaning at

“You’ve done enough. Be more careful next time. Save the fighting for someone who actually deserves it.” “Yes, my lady.” Gelo gave a sarcastic bow. Hera noticed the men watching and said, “Show’s over, guys. Get back to work!” As she walked away, Daniel, Gelo’s close friend, turned to Gelo and asked, “What’s a cowboy?” Gelo laughed and shook his head, “No idea.”

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.”