Manolo Sanchez Novels & Stories

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

I trailed off, grunting as I pulled myself into a sitting position. “Yeah.” Enzo’s throat bobbed. “Yeah, he is. Fuck.” He didn’t move. He just kept standing there, Samael dangling limply from his clenched hands. His jaw went slack, his bared teeth being covered by lips. “Enzo…” I breathed.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

he moaned, kissing my shoulder. My robe had slipped off shamelessly, hanging off my arms, barely covering me. His fingers pinched my nipples just right. I’d always been sensitive. I tried to hold onto the memory of his mouth on me, sucking... But suddenly it wasn’t Lorenzo. It was Sanchez. He wasn’t caressing me. He was crushing my skin, biting until I screamed in pain. My mind mixed the pleasure of my man touching me with what I’d lived through. “No, no...” I started whispering, weak.

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 liked that she was feisty—a woman who knew how to keep him on his toes. He didn't let her get far. He broke into a light jog, cutting her off to stand directly in her path. His sudden movement forced her to come to a dead halt to avoid bumping into him. "I am Luca Santoro," he began, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident cadence. "I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?"

Meet Ivan Montero,30 years old,an alpha male,arrogant,ruthless business man,the richest bachelor in the city. He owns various business in different parts of the world. He doesn't sleep with the same woman twice,he is known as the most eligible bachelor. He is seen with a new woman each week.

He’s more like a fucking weasel, looking and waiting to find the blind, most vulnerable spot and attack within minutes, and then probably crawl back to his hole in the ground. “Isn’t it a sin to doubt the sincerity of a man who sacrificed his life to the church?” I ask dead on, stepping toward him. We stare at each other, me and Sandoval, both of us locked in some sort of a battle of wills. Neither of us backs down. Manuel is the one who tugs at my sleeve, pulling my attention away. “I can assure you, señor Sandoval, everything is and will be monitored and reported as per the initial agreement set in the will.”

he said. "what car are we using" I asked still wondering on he intends sneaking us in without people noticing. It would be wrong to steal the show from the organizers. I mean with our influence,looks, money and all, we can make the other guys green with envy. I use a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta and apart from its super fastness. It's also super magmatic. It drags out girls from whenever they are to itself.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.