Julian Santos Caraval Novels & Stories

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."

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.

she says looking at me. "We'll discuss that after his meeting, I should be expecting a call in three seconds" I answer putting my phone close to me. Three. Two. One. I look at my phone as it started to vibrate, my Dad's name sliding across the screen in bold, Asshole. "Hello?" I ask nonchalantly once I answered. "Camila, Marcell Clair just asked me to partner with him on a project" he says like a happy little school getting asked to the prom for the first time.

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.