Manolo X Joaquin Novels & Stories

“Morales might be out of business, but there are still small-scale dealers that are roaming around the streets selling drugs to minors. And I hope we can mend the rift between us, X. I really need your alliance to strengthen the mafia. I heard news that Senor Manolo has been in contact with Timur Balandin’s son Rostov from one of my spies.” Manolo had been a pain in my ass since I took over the mafia. I don’t have enough evidence to prove his involvement in the mutiny that resulted in my father’s death. It wasn’t a secret how he favored the idea of Romero Morales taking the lead, but that man is as slippery as an eel. Xavier’s eyes darkened as he set his goblet down the oak desk, resting his

“You are not used to it…a man came into your life to protect you and your son without asking for anything in return? It’s strange, but it might be real.” Isabella nodded. She knew it was real. Luciano’s expression said it all today. The man truly cares for her and Juan “did I tell you he is my boss at work?” “Yes, you did” Manuela laughed. Fate was playing a game again, and she hoped for the better. “There is something I wanted to tell you.” “Go ahead” Isabella urged. Manuela looked left and right to be sure no one was listening to them. She shifted to the edge of her seat and spoke in a low tone “It's about Luciano and Juan. Those two look alike. Haven’t you noticed it?”

"Get it as soon as you can. Those who don't work don't eat here, and as far as I know, you eat with all the others, don't you? Do everything as I order and you'll be fine, just like the others." "Ok..." - I tried to retreat, but I had my bravo pulled towards me and the bastard speaks perfect Spanish, has a hoarse and fucking hot voice and I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. "Sir!" "Okay... Mr. Monroeli. Is that good?" "Fine. I'll be up in 15 minutes, I want a scotch on the rocks in my room."

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 lined up himself at her extra sensitive core and plunged deeper inside her. "Mhmm...aah...Joa..." she immediately moaned out because Joaquin is the roughest of all of them. As soon as he entered inside her he started ramming inside her like hungry for her for years. Joaquin placed both of her legs at his shoulder and encircled his arms around her thighs holding them together and rammed inside her mercilessly.

She had did her research on Monalisa Garcia. The twenty-four year old was beautiful and smart. She was sure Mona was a good person, maybe she might teach Enzo how to love. Allegra smiled at that, they might just end up having a sweet love story. Hearing footsteps, she sat up to see Max, Pedro and Dante walking into her living room. They were Enzo’s men. Was he back from his trip already? She frowned when she saw Manuel. Manuel and Enzo were cousins but they never got along so it was kind of weird that he was in her house.

he turned to Manolo “He must be special” “Do you have daughters of marriageable age?” “Manolo loves them young you know,” He squinted his eyes at me “If they have any commitment they are a perfect fit” I knew the shade was thrown at me but I ignored it. Mr. Leo walked out while signaling Montelle to follow him and she happily took his hands Manolo shook his head in disgust and took my hands. I had no idea what happened there but I was a little concerned about Manolo. He took a couple of pictures while we were on our way admiring the waters while appreciating nature.

They are almost there on the shooting range when they come across a familiar face. "It's nice to meet you guys out here," Luis said excitedly, faking a smile. "I wish that I had the same excitement you have when you see us," Joaquin said sarcastically with a deadpan stare. "I'm sorry, do we know each other? I don't recall meeting you," he quickly replied with a smirk on his face. "Says the guy who stole my girlfriend abroad," Joaquin exclaimed, raising his voice a little bit. "Ah, yes, I remember. You are the wimpy kid who can't even stimulate her girlfriend. No wonder she chooses me," Luis said, provoking Joaquin. He knew that it would trigger Joaquin if he was reminded of his ex-girlfriend

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."

This can't be real. But then, he called out again. "Monalisa!" This time, his voice was louder, more insistent. I turned slowly, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. And then, I saw him. Jayden James Bruno, the man who had taught me to love and shattered my heart.