Jorge Del Rio Novels & Stories

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

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.

“Lo lament. Mí nombre es Reinaldo. Some call me Rei.” My mind searched for the mention of him. He was present at Dario’s wedding. “Perhaps you’ve heard of mí padre, Jorge Roríguez.” Oh. The connection was made. I’d attended Dario’s wedding as this man’s brother’s plus-one. “You’re el Patrόn’s son and Aléjandro’s brother?” Rei nodded before cupping my chin and running his thumb over my cheek. “Your skin is like glass.” His touch against my flesh was like the striking of a match, his thumb rough and callused, lighting a flame within me. My panties dampened and my nipples beaded.

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.