Julian Santos Caraval Novels & Stories

I didn't respind, so he stepped closer, he moved closer until there was no space left between us, his cologne drilling through my nostrils. "It's not that easy Camila, so I suggest you buckle up for the ride" Elijah says causing me to look up at him. This prick!. His bright blue eyes bore into mine, I could see his cold soul, just as everyone else's in the life of business. I saw nothing more than business when I look at the people around me, it's all I've known. Business and pain, it turns you into someone you hate but learn to respect. "You're the only one enjoying the ride once it starts Camorra, I never signed up for it" I say but I realized I actually did sign up for it, I did put my si

Another pacing the courtyard, a rifle slung casually across his chest. My pulse stuttered. The SUV stopped. Julián was out first, opening Santiago’s door with the silent efficiency of someone who’d done this a thousand times. Santiago slid out, then turned, offering me his hand. I froze. Every man in the courtyard was looking at me. Santiago’s hand stayed extended, patient but commanding. “Valerie.” His voice was deep, allowing no refusal. I placed my trembling hand in his. He pulled me out gently, then tucked me against his side, his palm firm at my waist – protective and claiming all at once.

Adrian said confidently. “By the way, that's Alberto. He's the same guy who danced with me at my birthday”. Juliana wanted to see jealousy on Adrian's face. But Adrian didn't pay attention and said, “Oh hy, so you are a model. I am Adrian… Adrian Butler”. “Hy… I am Alberto… Alberto Mathews. And you are her fiance?” Alberto replied. “Yeah, I am.. but professionally I am a businessman”. Adrian answered. Juliana gave a look to Adrian. He didn't like to be known as Juliana's fiance. She also noticed that Alberto said that deliberately to get that answer from Adrian or maybe to hurt Adrian's ego.