Ls Barbosa Novels & Stories

Tari asked softly, still staring at Barasa. Barasa took his time with the cigarette before replying. "You're not special," Barasa replied. Tari raised an eyebrow at him. "Felt like it," Barasa replied. Tari scoffed. "You don't look like the kind of guy who will jump into the ocean to save someone without wanting anything back. You are like the devil — give and get," Tari said, still staring at him. Barasa puffed out smoke and turned to her; their gazes locked and neither of them looked away.

Kabanata 32: Isang mapang-akit na babae Walang kolorete si Lisora Sandoval, ngunit higit siyang maganda kaysa sa karamihan. Maraming magagandang babae na nakilala si Barron, ngunit wala ni isa man ang kasing ganda ni Lisora. Isang taong nakaranas na makipagrelasyon sa maraming babae, agad niyang nakita hindi lamang ang kagandahan ni Lisora Sandoval, kundi pati na rin ang kanyang magandang pangangatawan.

he growled as his chest rose and fell in anger while I stared at the ground. Click. We heard the front door open, and a few seconds later, the woman I hated the most walked inside the room. “Darling, am I interrupting something?” the plastic Barbie asked as she gave me a smirk. The anger that Luis had a few minutes ago vanished in an instant as he walked towards that bitch and pulled her into a kiss as I looked away. “I was teaching this bitch a lesson for ruining the shirt you gifted me,” he said when she wrapped her hands around his neck.

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.”

It barely had anything on it to identify who was buried by her side, but the words Bartolomeo Auditore and Isabella Auditore made my stomach churn as my air tightened. “You can visit him when you want to. The two of them, actually,” he said, and I nodded in thanks as my lips quivered. His mother, Luna Claudia, was standing by the stairs as she looked at the two of us, and it took everything in me not to cry. However, I was thankful for the woman who walked toward me, her eyes softening as she put her finger under my chin.

this whole atmosphere, full of temptation, was getting me hot. It’s obvious what Stephanie went to do with that girl, and it’s obvious what people were doing on those tucked-away couches. I shouldn’t be here. Lorenzo could take it the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve answered his calls. He’s probably furious. Then my lowered eyes landed on a martini set right in front of my clutch on the bar. Beneath the gorgeous drink sat a small square of thick, dark-blue, linen-textured card. “Excuse me, I didn’t order this,” I called to the bartender.

Lola first uttered a sound of realization, then reacted quickly, shivering, "Is that the same Mr. Barber who previously demanded our imprisonment?" When Lola and her friends were first arrested, a man named "Barber" had demanded their permanent detention in order to stabilize the situation. "Mr. Barber used to work in the Department of Foreign Affairs and Federal Affairs," Caesar did not directly answer, but briefly explained, "He's been retired for a long time... You don't need to worry about your identity." Lola looked confused, "Then why am I here?" Caesar stopped, "As a girl orphaned by the loss of both parents, meeting her only remaining relative after learning about her background," he

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

He was shirtless. As good-looking as he was, his presence was twice as intimidating. “You’ve got sharp reflexes, Luna,” he said, his lips curling faintly. “Do I know you?” I asked, keeping a safe distance. “Pardon my manners. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His tone softened, though his gaze told me he knew exactly how uneasy I felt despite my calm facade. “I’m Barbus, army commander of the rogue soldiers.” My lips curved into an “O.” That explained why he was here. Of course, he would be a regular. Some of the soldiers I’d seen were built, but none like the man standing before me.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”