Juan Miguel Severo Novels & Stories

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“Your interpreter said the merchandise would be ready in three months, and you said six. Or am I wrong?” I asked, and beside me Lorenzo let out a low growl toward the man at the podium, who looked like he was about to pass out. Those intense eyes stared at me from the screen, and he finally nodded. “You also mentioned the Port of Vena, and your interpreter said Fairmont North Port.” A wave of comments started up around the table. The Port of Vena was farther, and there was no way to guarantee security. “Am I right or not?” I asked again, and he kept staring at my face for what felt like forever.

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

He realized that leaving their business to such an incompetent and irresponsible man wouldn't only jeopardize everything he and their elders had worked so hard for, but also hurt Jimmy's grandchild. And that was not what he promised Jimmy. So he was having reconsiderations if he should wait for the then much younger Reed. It was just then that Migo's father, Ralph, was found ill with cancer. Before he died, he came out clean of his secret. He had a son. Upon his death, Miguel was acknowledged as a Villareal, much to the disappointment of Ralph's siblings. But they couldn't do anything about Simeon's decision. A couple of years later, even though he was still a student, Miguel displayed talen

Meanwhile, Phoebe did not understand why Sergio would take the trouble to make such a long journey and she began to wonder if the old man had overvalued Severin's ability. As soon as they glanced over and saw Valerian standing with Norbert and Lourie at the far end, their eyes widened in shock and their eyeballs nearly fell to the ground. 'Those three big shots came here?' "My name is Sergio Sanchez. Very pleased to meet you, Mister Severin!" "And I'm Carlito Sanchez. Greetings, Mister Severin." The father and son duo bowed respectfully and greeted Severin politely.

“Oh! Your meeting is so intriguing. Sir Gio may have been jealous of that man. Is he married yet?” “I didn’t even ask! He wants to talk to me again in case I don’t ask for his number. Wait, let’s look on F******k so we can see his profile.” “Oh! I want that to excite me to see him.” They browsed F*, and that’s when they saw Miguel’s profile. They were surprised when they saw Miguel’s profile and his about. He turned out to be a model in an advertising company and became a supporting actor in a series of movies. Naneth couldn’t believe that a lame and unkempt best friend of hers was now famous.

I asked quietly. He nodded. "What's your full name?" Mariano's head turned sideways. He looked me in the eye, sceptic for a moment, before saying hardly, "Mariano Wolfe Lionelli - Montefiore Rivera." "Wow, that's...long." He smiled a bit. "Yes, it is, Isabelle May Forte." My eyes widened. "How do you know my middle name?" I whispered. He leaned in ever so slightly, a jesting smile playing on his lips, but it was enough to set my nerves on fire. "I know everything about you, Bella," He said.

“Send him in.” Gregorio entered, his ever-practical briefcase in hand. “Morning, Miss Antonio. Miguel should be joining us shortly. We’ve got some developments you’ll want to hear about.” Ximena gestured for him to sit. “Developments?” Before he could answer, Miguel strode into the room, his expression grim but focused. “Let’s hear it,” Miguel said, taking a seat beside Ximena. Gregorio opened his briefcase, pulled out a few files, and laid them across the desk.