Las Enseñanzas De Don Juan Novels & Stories

“What do you mean you knew? How did you find out?” “My business.” “If you knew why did you drag me into this dirty game?” “Don’t be a hypocrite because it suited you, too. He took a nice chunk out of your fire. And on top of that, Luke certainly rewarded you royally.” “The great Don Juan is back to his old ways. A bastard who thinks everything can be bought. I thought you said you loved me... Hm!” “I’ll never mix business with love. If I did, I’d have been eaten by wolves long ago.”

Juan might be respectful and act humbly in front of Kaze but he should not allow his own disciples to bully others. Kaze did not mind teaching his disciples a lesson and cleaning up the mess. “Give you an explanation?” Cyan found Kaze’s words to be amusing. “Have you lost your mind? Who do you think you are? You want Master Juan to give you an explanation? “Even if you said it in front of the mayor, he would laugh at you for being ignorant. I have said what I need to say, it’s up to you now; if you want to die, I won’t stop you either.

When Mona was mad, she was more frightening than a tiger. "She must be jealous; it smells like it all over the room." Don Quijote shook his head somewhat helplessly. "Both sides of the boat have flipped this time. Juan will have a hard time in the future." "He's a lesson from the past. You’d better learn from his mistake." Tyr gave Don a stern look that sent a chill down his spine. Naturally, Don was about to go up to stop Mona. After all, it was the type of situation where Mona might torture Juan to death. The whip wielded in her hand was about to turn this bedroom into ruins.

“Well done, old man. For once you weren’t trying to trick me.” “So now, what’s next?” He turned to Don Lorenzo, undoing his suit button. He crouched down in front of him. “Lesson time. By the way, it’s a pleasure to be in the same room with you, sir. So, if one wants to be a legendary true Don like you, he should never go back on his word, right?” Dante asked. “That’s where the stories and teachings of the legendary Don Lorenzo” he added, twirling the handle of his gun.

When are we leaving? "At twelve," Juan said, glancing over at the wall clock. "That leaves you enough time to prepare and decide how you're going to do it. Be yourself. Don't be men running to something. Be men who belong on that road." Domingo smiled briefly, shaking his head once. "We'll take care of it." "Good," Juan said, standing up from his chair. He put both hands flat on the desk and looked at them again. "This isn't the part where you fight. This is the part where you demonstrate that you can keep your noses down. Don't you forget it."

This sarcastic comment pissed Juan off. “I suggest you stop fuckin around, mister,” he said with a stern look on his face and then continued,” You see... My boss, Don Dani, runs this fuckin part of town... And nobody sets up any business or erects any building without his blessings. But you, you came here, got this space, began doing business, and also began making money here without acknowledging the Don. That was very disrespectful. Normally, the penalty for this sort of disrespect is grave, but I see that you're a foreigner who doesn't know much about Tijuana, so instead... We'll levy you, and nothing more.”