José Osuna Novels & Stories

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

However, I could immediately tell from Teresa's fake tears that this was one of her evil plots but there was nothing I could do to prove it. With Luna Lilian adding fuel to the already blazing fire, my father's anger was tripled. He gathered all pack members and ordered that he be beaten fifty times with an acid laced rod and afterwards, banished. My words held no value in the pack so I could only cry and painfully watch him get beaten and banished like a criminal. I could never forget the smug look on Teresa's face that day. Lukas' voice brought me back to the present. “....He will be buried alive tomorrow morning”

“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.

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

I hand the bag over to Sofia. “Val, you didn’t have to you know. You need the money more than he does the gifts,” Sofia’s eyes are giving me the you-know-I’m-right look but I'm not bothered. “One cup of ice cream wouldn’t clear the debt so let him have it.” “Thank you,” she says, and a smile brightens her face. “Scott’s upstairs having his bath. I’ll save this for him in the fridge.” Sofia goes in for a few seconds and returns with a wrapped flask in hand.

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” “No,” I answered quick. I hate it when I ask him a question, he asks me too. “I do and I believe that some of our dreams are our memories.” Now what is it that he wanted to say? He is always talking something that’s so incomplete. I’m just a normal student, I’m bad at understanding things. “So what’s the connection—“ I stopped halfway of my sentence and looked at him. “You mean, I could be that Selena.” “You are what you think.” Here goes his famous answer again. It only made me go poker faced as we continue walking.