José Tomás Novels & Stories

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

“Oh great leader, we have come up with many ideas for dealing with David Oswald and any other who stands between us and our goal.” “Oswald will be fine for now. Once he is out of the way, it will be a great thorn removed from our side.” “As you say, oh great one.” “Well let me hear some of these ideas!” “As you are aware, he had a great weakness for his friends. In bringing you from the depths of…” Isabelle waves a hand to stop him in mid-flow. “Been there done that. We’ve already hurt him from that angle. No, I want David…”

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

“And I won’t let him make me feel like I should be grateful for it. And I'm not going to allow anyone to question my decisions simply because they want to do so.” He was quiet for a long moment. Then he murmured, “He’s not used to people like you.” “People with lives? Or people who do not submit?” “People who challenge him without fear.” I looked ahead, watching the wind brush through the high trees. “Then he’s in for a very long marriage.” Alessandro smiled. “You know, if you ever get bored of tormenting him, I could use a good strategist.” I smiled faintly. “Tempting. But I think I still have some torment left in me.”

The man asked. “Jide…Jidennaya. And I am a boy.” “Sorry about that, but I think you should learn to keep your hair short, that way your masculine looks would appear.” It is none of your business. Jide wanted to say but refrained from it. He had passed the parchment to one of the men and they had hurriedly handed them to the man on the podium. “You must be new here. My name is Godson Chukwu. An instructor of the gospel and ways of the kingdom.” He had opened the parchment now, and the frown on his face made Jide wonder if he was disgusted by the useless symbols or by the smell of dirty parchment.

" The man said with a thick Italian accent "Tommaso, meet Eulalia, my girlfriend, and assistant. Baby, meet Tommaso the new stylist. He is a very good friend of mine and is aware of the plan" "Nice to meet you, Eulalia," he said with his Italian accent "Same here" "Did you bring the sketches with you?" Tommaso asked "Yes" "Let me see them" Tommaso took the sketches and looked at them, he approved them with a nod of his head

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.