Julian Santos Caraval Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

Carlos quickly put his arms around his belly to stop him. He tried to free himself from his grip, however, Carlos's arms were so strong. All he wanted was to smother the life out of her. To him, she was not supposed to live among the living. "She is a demon! She is the devil! Carlos let...go...of...me!" Julian yelled, gasping heavily. Eva ran down to the extreme of the room, looking for a way to escape. She was surprised the big room, which looked like a banquet hall, had just one entrance. Julian and his friend were close to the door.

asked Carlo, burning the end of the cigarette that was tucked between his lips. "Here's the thing. I heard you have a drug that can stop the spread of the F2 virus," said Julian. "Emmm, you mean the CA drug?" asked Carlo, casually smoking his cigar and exhaling smoke towards Bastian and Julian in front of him. "Right," said Julian. "So you, Julian Sanders, created F2?" asked Carlo. Julian glanced at Bastian, who also glanced at him. "That's right," Julian replied. "You created F2, but asked me for the antidote. How strange!" exclaimed Carlo, who was now looking at Bastian.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Juliana’s face fell. She gripped her plate hard, her knuckles white and her lips quivering. Yet, no words escaped her lips. Cassandra held her glass and took a sip leisurely. “Carlo.” Cassandra turned to her husband. “Is Juliana a core member of the family?” Carlo dabbed his lips with a napkin. “No, she’s an associate with no formal ties to the family. Her father ran a small business back in Naples.”

Carmilla’s voice trembled as she answered. “ I'm okay”. Valdez’s face hardened, lips pressing as she looks at them.Valdez wasn’t just a ghost from the past, But Carmilla always believes She might hold the truth Julian died for.

Aranjo walked into the middle of the hall to Halley, clearly seeing the surprised look of his stepsister. Did they think they would run away from the hall? said Aranjo in heart. When Aranjo and Halley stand side by side, their performances are completely opposite. Halley is very beautiful with luxurious clothes and makeup on her face. Aranjo is very eye-catching, and Halley's existence is not considered at all, although Aranjo only wears simple clothes with half of her face covered with a black veil. Aranjo sits in front of a white harp with beautiful carvings. Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself.

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."

"Sorry, Darling. It seems I can't." "Do you still have a schedule?" Julia shook her head again. Instead of answering, she threw a question. "Do you know Santiago Moralez?" Edward nodded. He knew exactly who Julia was referring to. "The Italian designer and owner of the Santiago brand, right?" "Yes." Julia nodded. "Thank goodness you know. Tonight, he invited me for a talk. Who knows, Santiago's team might want to offer me a deal to become their product ambassador." "So, you can't go to dinner with me tonight?"