Las 3 Pascualas Novels & Stories

The head transformed into Lava's face, and his eyes were wide open in disbelief. "Do you think the same trick will work once again?" Pascal sneered before staggering. He stabbed the sword to the floor to plop up his weak body, ridden with wounds. After taking a brief rest, he stepped forward and picked up Lava's head from the ground, walking towards the edge of the mountain. Below the mountain was a huge battlefield, as Pascal's men and Lava's men clashed against each other. With a deep breath, Pascal raised his voice and boomed, "Lava is dead!"

He looked at Jimena, then shifted his gaze to me. "We need to talk," Pascual said. His voice was low and rough. Jimena finally moved, arching an eyebrow. "About what exactly?" Pascual rubbed his face with his hands. He looked like he wanted to walk out, but he stayed put. He let out a breath that sounded more like a groan. "About Alanza. About this whole omega mess." My heart did a nervous little dance in my chest. I sat up straighter, my hands gripping the edge of the table. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales. Eight years ago, western society as we knew it collapsed due to the sudden appearance of the Pales. These terrifying creatures stood at a height of eight feet and were equipped with claws capable of tearing their prey apart. They initially swarmed cities in large numbers, feeding and causing destruction wherever they went.

Once inside the room, Elder Pascal bowed deeply to us both. “My greetings, Lycan Stefan. And my greetings to you too, Luna Eve. It’s been a long while.”9 “Elder Pascal.” I responded to his greeting with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you.” “And you too, Luna Eve. The whole pack rejoices at your conquest. Your name has been on everyone’s lips.” “Thank you.” I smiled at him again before I continued. “Elder Pascal, I am pretty sure you already received my message and that is why you are here today.”

The door opened immediately and Lucas walked in with Pedri "What did they say about a leopard again?" Lucas asked, looking at Pedri "That it never changes its spot" Pedri replied "Hey we ain't doing anything!!!" Miguel said immediately.

"Tumayo ka diyan at magbihis ka. May pupuntahan tayo." Tinaasan siya ng kilay ni Alessa. "Saan naman tayo pupunta?" Lucas faced her with a smirk on his face. "Hindi naman maglalakad ang pera papunta sa atin, kaya tayo ang lalapit sa kanya." ***

Pascal said, his words heavy with malice as he spoke, "Pascal you animal, you'll know no peace," Don Pablo yelled, his voice heavy with anger as he glared at Pascal.

Pascal had a sinking feeling in his gut that if he so much as breathed a single ill word about Amelia, Lucas’ glare alone might be enough to finish him off. “Well, in my humble opinion, if you're serious about pursuing Miss Brown, impressing her with your cooking skills might not be enough. You might also want to get along with the people around her, like…" Pascal leaned forward a bit, covered his mouth with one hand, and murmured, "Mr Howard Wright." “Are you experienced in chasing after women?" Lucas’ brow furrowed as he gave Pascal a dubious look. If his memories served him right, Pascal had never been in a relationship. Not once. Both Mark and Pascal had practically been single for all t

" Lulu was Pascal's girlfriend and the only person known with Pascal. They've been dating for three years until his death. Pascal never disclosed his background to her nor any member of his family. She didn't bother as well. According to her, Pascal worked as a thug, that's the way she claims she can describe what he does. His boss is someone she doesn't know but once saw his back view. He has a bum and dresses in a unique color" Tina summarised the whole story. Jordan asked if she recorded it in Tina's own words and Tina noddedd. They were all surprised when they saw her dug two fingers into her sneaker and brought out a microchip.

“Christiana. I read about your launches, your partnership with Alejandro…, your designs. Impressive. Very impressive. I didn’t know you had built something so… global.” Pride flickered across her face, quickly masked by suspicion. “Why are you looking into me, Pascal?” He grinned, leaning back. “Because I like to know who I’m dealing with. And because…” he paused dramatically, his gaze sliding to me before returning to her, “… want to help.” I stiffened. “Help?”