Manolo Sanchez Novels & Stories

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

Then, a tall young man in a black suit quickly approached and lifted her as she almost fell. “Stop there,” Bani said sharply. He pointed at the screen. “Zoom in on that man’s face.” The staff followed the instruction. The young man’s face became clearer. Bani stared intently, then exhaled heavily. “So it’s him…” he muttered quietly. Samon stood tall. “He is Ricky Zayden Mascherano. The second son of the Zayden family.” He immediately reached for his phone and called Nathan. The line connected quickly.

I couldn’t help but glance at the man—Zech’s so-called uncle, Jerick—as I listened to the three of them talk about business. I also caught him glancing at me, accompanied by a smile I couldn’t quite read... but it didn’t seem to mean well. I was introduced to him—Jerick Sandoval—the man who owns several international shipping lines and online shopping platforms. That’s why I don’t understand... why is his surname Sandoval? What’s the reason?

He says simply, he's the only normal one and he's shy but he's a fun guy. "The other one is Carlos Mendez, we call him Bambi though." I point to Carlos who has his attention mostly on Camilla than any other person. I bite my tongue from saying anything. I don't know why I'm surprised, Carlos is a womanizer. "Sup." He says coolly. "The next person is Santiago Montez." "How do you do?" He says in a British accent. "Santiago grew up in England." "Oh!" Camilla and Derek say in unison.

Even in her work, no matter how strong her heart was, she admitted that she was just a small woman when faced with these problems. The sound of the bathroom door opening rang out. Britney looked up and saw Manuel wearing a tight black silk robe, his strong lines clearly outlined, revealing a solid and broad chest. Manuel didn't have fair skin, but rather an enviable wheat-colored complexion. He stood at 188 centimeters tall, with charming black short hair still dripping water, flowing down his sculpted and determined cheeks, while his eyes remained fixed on her without blinking. Manuel took step by step towards the edge of the bed.

I laid on the cold marble tiles as I waited my defeat. "Samantha!"We turned towards the voice. Manuel was standing at the foot of the staircase gloriously shirtless with his exposed ripped body and vibrating biceps. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

[Gianna Delucca, 20 years old, star performer] Manuel Dumont, 31 years old, CEO of the Mont Group. The livestream was quiet for a second before it exploded again [Director T, this is epic, I'd like to call it the strongest variety show in history, no variety show can top it!] [A CEO appearing in a reality show?] [My God! The son of the richest man in Spain, the sole heir of the Dumont family, the star of the capital, Manuel Dumont] [Is that really him?]

“As you say, El Señor.” “Just focus on driving, Calíel. Don’t ask me about anything that isn’t business or our transactions. And don’t get too attached to Manuela—once my grandfather transfers his wealth to my name, our contract will end,” Uno stated firmly. Santi glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “I know it’s unlikely, El Señor—but is there no chance you might fall—” “—I said enough! That’s none of my concern. I will never fall for Manuela, so drop it.”

A moment later, a young man in a blue-and-white robe came in. My eyes lit up at the first sight of him. Manolo is younger than I thought. He was a big man like Nuri, but was not very muscular and looked more like a gentleman than a soldier. His face was long and delicate, and his blue eyes were as charming as the sea. There was a black mole under the corner of his right eye, which gave him a melancholy and mysterious air. I thought of the gentle prince in the Fairyland described in the book. "Your Excellency, I am Manolo."

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.