Luis Miguel Young Novels & Stories

com To MrsYoung@g***l.com Re: lyrics Dear, Mrs...Young! It feels weird to address you with my last name. I’m not talking to my mom aren't I? P.S I wanna hear you sing that song ( Please reply, I'll be waiting) Yours, Damien Young

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

The last statement pleased Miguel The young man had finally been able to give a reason why he should consider him. Indeed,he needed a young and smart guy like the one standing before him to push drugs for him. “ what is your name young man”asked Miguel.“James… James Williams sir”. Said James with relieve because he knew that he had succeeded. “ hop in James” said Miguel with a smile.

His gaze lingered on my lips before he continued. "But trust me when I say this, you have a lot to offer", his lips pulled into a smirk as he derived sick pleasure in my misery. "I hate you", my eyes stung with tears as I sprung up, glaring down at him spitefully. Cruz shifted uncomfortably in his seat clearly suffocated by the intensity of my glare. Miguel's gaze narrowed and he silently watched before the corners of his lips quirked up. "I know, but business is business", Miguel whispered with a sickly sweet smile stretched across his face.

Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years.

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.”

“He’s coming for what he thinks he owns. While he might not want to kill me, he wants to claim me and that is going to be a punishment worse than death in my eyes. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants and that is why we are going to end this with blood. There is no other option.” Before I could answer, a sound split the cold air, a lone voice amplified by power, distant but unmistakable. Darius’s. “Liam!” The voice rolled across the snow, sharp and mocking. “You’ve taken what’s mine again! You’ve hidden behind your walls, your warriors, your Luna. But you can’t hide her from me forever! I will get her because she is mine. I want this claim on her. I have wanted this claim on h

Liana: “How did you get here?” Aguilar asked, making me raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to know? Or are you merely asking to make conversation?” I asked, taking a bite of the strawberry that was set between us. “I am genuinely curious about the reason of why you hate me so much. You have been fighting nonstop, at least, so I have heard. You seem to be rather obedient.” He said, and I bit my bottom lip before picking up a grape and putting it between his lips, feeding it to him. He went to bite it, but I snatched half of it, making him smirk before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to straddle his lap.

I had never asked, but he always appeared young. Close to my age. He had to be at least twenty-one to get in here though. Unless, I supposed, he had some connection like we had. Two beautiful girls stepped forward, grabbing Preston’s hands and pulling him toward them and out onto the dance floor. He willingly went with them. One of the women, a beautiful Spanish girl, grabbed the hat off his head and put it atop her own. She turned around, grinding her butt into him. He looked down at her in enjoyment as his hands slid over