Mando Novels & Stories

I pulled away and he turned to Frederico who didn't look affected by anything that had just happened . " Hey Mr Grumpy face ..." Red said and my jaws dropped as I looked at Red and shook my head . " His name is Frederico " I said and he frowned . " My name is Frederico Esposito mummy...he can't be Frederico " Red said arms folded . " Esposito really ? Frederico asked frowning . " I can't just give him your son name Frederico things don't work that way ' I said and he looked at me emotionlessly.

The man had gone through enough for the day and had to accept the fact that his mate now not only had an enemy coming after her, but one that was daring to threaten her was not something that a man would want to deal with. “We got a note,” Mario chose to be the one to answer, seeing and noticing that I didn’t dare speak. His mother was quiet, Luna Claudia despite standing by the side of the man that she was in love with looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her face was pale, and her once cheerful eyes seemed to have lost their color and brightness. While I understood her pain with everything that she was going through; it pained me to see that her son refused to speak to her.

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.”

Dale nodded and began devouring the meal, she hadn't had a good meal as such for a very long time and at this point of dining she would give up anything no matter what it was. Mind telling me what happened to you these few years?" The matron questioned but the poor girl was fully engulfed in the meal she ate. The matron felt she needed to know how serious she was. She then picked up the television remote and switched on the set. The large screen slowly formed into the face of a young man in winter coats supposedly, "Buon giorno Parma, I'm Andreas suarez report live from our studio. There had been a massacre at the PRA (police reserved area) at the early stages of the morning, claiming the li

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

If I could, I didn't wish he was my and Xavier's son instead of May. Anyways, what about Ruth's baby? I didn't even see her in the mansion. "Wooo ew?" He called me in his cute voice bringing my attention once again to him. "I'm your friend?" I blurt, not knowing what else to say. "Ew mie fan?" he stares at me with a shine of hope in his eyes. An involuntary smile takes over my face. "Yes," "I em Jamets," He said with a wave. "N I too," He added, showing his three fingers.

Jonah said, "Well, his favorite shoes are Vans or Converse if you haven't noticed those are all he wears. Size 10. He loves classic rock bands so maybe a t-shirt with a band on it. He wears a large in shirts I believe. Oh, and his absolute favorite place to eat is Roadhouse."

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