Novel & Cerita Julian Santos Caraval

My cheeks heat up, and I peer to look at Santino, who has the same Stoic expression he normally has. “ Maximo, let the girl go!” Santino glares at his brother, who pauses. Maximo stops his advances and pulls away completely. I breathe out in relief and I look at Santino, who has the tiniest smile tagged on his lips. Oh! So he can smile. Maximo takes out a cigar and blows on the tip, instantly lighting it up. I can't help but stare in awe, he always amazes me with his tricks, while Santino keeps his hidden.

“I forgot to ask. If your father is Don Santiago, then why do you work in the club?” Colton asked Juliet whiles he drove back to the penthouse. Santiago was a millionaire and hence the question since Juliet was his only child. Carter insisted that he was fine and would go to Allan after a little rest like Caddaric had suggested to him before. He needed to learn a thing or two from Allan and was going to give it his all. Doctor Sarah agreed to stay with him for a while so Colton left.

Ignacio hissed. Carlos and his dad were presently in the Red moon cocktail bar venting their anger over drinks. The pair were still upset about the embarrassing incident that transpired earlier that day, and were yet to accept defeat. Rather than show signs of repentance and think of ways to fall back in favor with Isabel, Carlos was bent on getting revenge on Dylan. He was determined to get Dylan out of the way and regain his place as Isabel’s lover. Come rain, come shine he was going to be the alpha of the Pride pack.

Marcus Olivier D'Cartier born in the town of Donrémy in the French countryside on November 2, 1414 - then a photo emerged of him in black trousers and long-sleeved shirt hugging Amy from behind in a tight thigh-high red dress with gold detailing, both of their hair-his reddish and hers red with white locks swaying in the wind at Lacrimal city square-Bait also knew that Marcus had been turned into a vampire by an old girlfriend already dead, but unfortunately, there's no year specified that such a girlfriend of Julio Cesar's-appeared a picture of such a girl then, dressed in a long black dress with slits and pronounced necklines with details in precious stones: her long black hair almost wais

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. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

The tall man who helped her watched from the side as Cecilia's intimidating bodyguard subdued Charles. "What a dumb guy... How can a gold digger have her own bodyguard?" He muttered to himself. "Thank you for helping me earlier, Mister..." She thanked the guy. "Oh, no need to thank me! I'm just doing what a decent human should do!" He scratched his head. "By the way, I'm Julian. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself to Cecilia. "Oh, I know you! You're Julian Dela Merced, an F1 driver! I'm such a huge fan." Matthias gushed over Julian.

“You were worth the wait.” Ella and I shared a glance. I could sense desperation rising in her, just as I could feel my own. “Fifteen million,” Santos Snr announced. “I have decided to make Miss Calvino my bride.” “What?” Santos jnr hissed low, so nobody else could hear him. It didn’t matter though, because his fury was written all over his face.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

“Then what is the point?” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“The point is, I told you—explicitly—that the card attached to the dress should state that it came from Santa. To humans, Santa is an old man with a kind heart who grants wishes no matter how hard. I wanted her to believe the dress came from him—not the damn CEO she thinks she’s supposed to fall for. But now… she knows, Caleb. Because of your screw-up, she knows Santa and the CEO are one and the same.” Caleb blinks, then scratches the back of his neck. His hesitation is all the confirmation I need.

“I kind of have PTSD so I do not like discussing it.” Isabelle immediately nodded. “I am sorry. I should have considered that.” Julian smiled. “No harm done.” He adjusted slightly in his chair. “Perhaps we could discuss why I came here today?” “Of course.” A curious expression crossed Elena’s face. “Actually, I never got your name.” Julian offered his hand. “Coltrane Valmont.” Elena shook it. “A pleasure to finally know.” “The pleasure is mine.” She smiled. “Please continue.”