Jorge Del Rio Novels & Stories

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

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.”

"Everybody tells me that, but I take it as my job to make people happy." "That makes you special." "So, what about Philip, what's going on with him?" "Maestro felipe, is not going to be around for a few days...or weeks." "Why?" "Señora Maria hasn't decided who the next CEO should be. She wants to take control of everything herself." "That's cruel." "Daniel said that Maestro Felipe was very upset when he dropped the keys to his office. It was like a joke, which turned out to be real."

I looked down at my feet and I nodded at Maria to leave to her room within the chamber. “Papa!” Daniel cried out. He smiled and lifted our son in his arms, kissing him. “Hello, Aguilar. We have missed you deeply.” I said, watching as he extended his hand to me. I kissed his knuckle, and he smiled before putting a hand on my cheek. I leaned in toward his touch, giving in to it. “You seem to have been tiring your mother,” Aguilar said, turning his attention to Daniel. “Not at all, Alpha.” I said, not wanting Daniel to be the one to respond. “You know that his playing and his attitude is one that I love. I would not ask for more.”

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Seun Ademola: The first 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 to discover a cure to cancer of the blood. And Josh Peters: The 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐏 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 which is legit the biggest entertainment company in the world.

the deep voice of Anthony resonated in the air. “Eira!” Daisy’s voice followed. And right behind Anthony, she sprinted out, dashing towards me. Her arms spread, gripping my body in a tight long hug. “The missing girl is back.” That was Sophia’s voice. And oh yeah, I was right. Sophia darted towards me as well, joining Daisy and I in a tight hug. Everything seemed like a family reunion. “What’s going on, Leo? Why do you look all fucked up?” Anthony asked. “Vogar fucked me up.”

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

He adjusted his spectacles, scratched his bald head, and gave me a look of pure disappointment. “You weren’t just wrong, Rox. You were rude, stubborn, disrespectful…” “Hold up,” I said, raising my hand before he could launch into full lecture mode. “Now you see why I said you acted rude,” John replied, looking at me with a face full of disgust as he scratched his bald head. The bald look suited him perfectly, especially when he wore his spectacles. John was the shortest of us all but also the thickest. He had the body frame of a twenty-five-year-old gym-goer trapped in a nineteen-year-old’s body. He had inherited his father’s build as well as his intelligence.