Manny Jacinto Novels & Stories

"You leave tomorrow morning at seven, that'll put you in New York at about roughly ten o'clock. An agent Peter Sarkozy will be there to meet you and debrief you on the subject's latest movements. You've been given his portfolio and should've already studied him and become very well acquainted with the way he works. Hank Mancini is an enigma; no one knows the real man and we barely understand his public persona. He comes from one of the wealthiest families in the country, went to the best schools and had the opportunity to be anything he wanted to be in this life; he chose instead to be a criminal. In almost ten years we've not been able to pin any one thing on him, but where there's smoke th

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

I owed them that much. The youngest one couldn’t be more than eighteen. Barely a young woman. Her hands were clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white, like she was bracing herself for pain that hadn’t come yet. “I don’t want slaves,” I said out loud, my voice steady even though my chest burned. “I am not here to look into enslaving anyone to serve me. I am looking for companions, people who would want to get a different chance to learn something new.” The room froze.

I said, turning my laptop off “we have a lot to do this afternoon” *********************************** “Dante, you know that my respect for your family is endless, but these plans are not ones that would work. If anything, we might lose more than we would ever gain” Mikhail Baryshnikov said, looking at me. This man in specific was one of the oldest investors and partners of the family. He was also one of the men who encouraged Giovanni into dropping his family to build a bigger empire.

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.”

“My love.” “My love? A-Ano’ng—” “I think you still remember my Tita Carolina and Tito Carrot?” Tumango siya habang napakurap dito. “Then let me introduce you to Tito Jayme, Tita Carolina’s husband. And also, Mr. and Mrs. Recaña. Tito Joseph, and Tita Elizabeth. They are my clients and at the same time, one of my stockholders.”

I meet a man last night and he said he is Angelo. The body is aching a lot making me feel more alive and in reality. I’m so much convinced now that Angelo is just a dream after standing up. This is the reality that I know. This house is my prison which I wanted to escape from. Still unmoved, I look at the open window and the outside to the forest. ‘Is there really a mansion down there?’

“Should I tell you the number of times that my son was injured since meeting your granddaughter? Or should I keep it up to you to understand that he is NOT safe around you or her. If anything, he seems to be getting more hurt as it goes, and YOU seem to be encouraging it.” “Both are getting injured just like we did. Unlike Lucas, they are going to be trained. They are going to know how to fight the devil when he…” Luna Claudia’s hand came in contact with Mario’s cheek as she slapped him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.