José Tomás Novels & Stories

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

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 nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

“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.

The pack has closed the circle tight enough that the cold night air feels thinner. I stand a few paces away, no longer bleeding, no longer limping, watching him with the quiet patience of someone who has already calculated every possible outcome. Luke is nowhere to be found. “Please.” Dr Reyes’ voice comes out lower than he meant, stripped of the earlier confidence. “Listen to me.” I say nothing to him. He already knows that death is looking at him. “I can still be useful to you. I will help you experiment on anything you want, I can invent new things that can be helpful to you. All I want is for you to spare my life.” He pleaded with a shaky, teary voice.

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.

“Convenient.” “It’s the truth.” “Truth didn’t stop you from standing there,” Javier snapped. “I know,” Tomas said.

People were delighted that he replaced Geronimo because, like a natural haciendero, he made the lives of his people prosperous and better. He was famous throughout the province and known in every corner of the world. He is the face of Hacienda Escobar, and he made it the only living paradise on Earth. He suddenly snapped back to his senses when he heard the sound of metal clanging, followed by the scream of an elderly man running. "Senyorito!" A worker repeatedly shouted, causing him to frown and look toward the mansion gate. It was quite far, but due to the clarity of his vision, he saw Tibursio running, covered with a large plastic sheet.