Mando Character Novels & Stories

Marco saw that the man he met yesterday turned out to be the man who helped Dinda. In the CCTV footage of the highway that Mr. Marco saw, it can be seen that Dinda stopped the man's car. The man immediately helped Dinda, at this time Master Marco looked very angry. It turned out that yesterday he was about to find out where Dinda was, but it turned out that Master Marco just let them go. At this time, it seems that Mr. Marco is very angry with what he has seen, now Mr. Marco feels that he is being lied to. Master Marco should have suspected that man, now Master Marco vowed to kill the man who had taken Dinda away. "That man?"

There he was—Dante Bellandi—standing tall, surrounded by armed men scurrying to carry out his commands without question. He radiated authority. Every inch of him spoke of dominance—the chiseled features, the stormy expression, the arrogance of a man who knew the world bent to his will. The wind had tousled his dark hair, and the scruff lining his jaw only sharpened the brutal elegance of his face. He looked like a pagan god among mortals.

It’s been about a day since I last wrote inside my diary and I’ll admit, it’s definitely helped me way more than I care to admit. When I’m done writing I always move to put it away, hidden within my nightstand and away from prying eyes. Currently, I am sitting on my bed watching Disney+. Binge watching the Mandalorian. Too engrossed in the episodes to care, I soon realize that I might have a small crush on Pedro Pascal, the guy who plays Mando.

Although I'm more of a brain than brawn agent I'm very proficient with weapons and liked feeling the weight of a gun in my bag especially when in enemy territory. Though there had never been any reports of Mancini becoming violent, no Mr. Smooth was way too cool for that, he just annihilated his enemies in a whole other and might I add effective way. I figured enough time had passed that if I took another look it wouldn't seem too obvious but what I wasn't expecting when I turned in his direction was to connect with those jewel toned eyes watching me head-on.

"If this Manel has been operating in secret for twenty-five years, building power and resources, he's going to be far more dangerous than Kane ever was." "Which is why I'm telling you now," Marcus said. "Kane is a bully and a tyrant, but he's predictable. Manel is something else. He's patient. Strategic. And he won't stop until he has what he wants." I squeezed Daren's hand, feeling his rage and betrayal through our bond. "Do you have any other information about Manel? Where he might be, who he's working with?"

“¡Mando, Créeme! (Trust me!) It was Nicolas who was obsessed with her. He came to retrieve her from you and you need to rush to the hospital before you lose her. I'm not lying. He has plans to abduct her and it’s easy for him to exploit. He will manipulate you too. He is a fucking wolf,” “You think I’ll buy it, I have thousands of men working for me and that fucking hospital is being guarded by my men. He can’t get away that fucking easily,” Armando gritted. Ashlynn was shaking her head continuously and weeping, “You don’t trust me, Mando,” she complained. “Make sure to fuck her until the truth is knocked out of her, record that proof, and behead her straight, I’m done with this pussy.” Arma

Akira kept her watchful eye alerted, so as Conrad and the other men. The guards were alarmed after seeing the little boy and they recognized the men he was with. Prince Marcus is a well known Prince of Aqua Edis who has the reputation of helping people who are being abused. His assistants Hugo and Seb are famous Manhaks who have extraordinary fighting skills. Conrad and Connor are wizards who don't forgive their opponents on the battlefield. But they don't know who the woman is. Nevertheless, they know it's certainly not going to be good. "Mother!" Calix held his mother's hand and started crying.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

Occasionally Marcus wondered who was more deadly His former boss Armando or his little brother. His conclusion was simple, Armando had someone who tamed his monster and that was Erin, his wife. While Ricardo had no one. Whenever he got angry, things went to the worst “Gotcha! Son of a bitch,” Marcus exclaimed after a while, getting Ricardo's attention. By now it was dark, the road was empty “What? Tell me you have something?” Ricardo asked, glancing over at Marcus who smirked and tilted his laptop a little to the left, so Ricardo could see

Yep, the same dress Mendoza fucked me in this morning. “Mendoza has never given an easy test, he's the toughest beta we have. You may actually be smarter than him. Come let's go and prepare for your next task.” Marcus said, standing up gently with a file on his hand. His posture was huge, he looked like authority moved with him. He kept mumbling about some political shit I already knew about. We were wolves, we weren't so different. Mendoza's slow steps beside me made my insides clenched. I didn't like him like that though, well not yet.