Manolo X Joaquin Novels & Stories

Manuela snapped, waiting for the elevator to open. "Feasty Urquio, but sadly, Joaquin isn't here. He's on a dinner date with Ms. Hannie Montalban, you know, the blonde model recognized by Asian Modeling? They're together now," Cassian informed her, causing Manuela to look at him. "Dinner date?" Manuela murmured, unable to suppress her jealousy. "Yeah, and I saw the model clinging to Joaquin's arm, and he let her. I have no idea why he's on a dinner date—hey! Mrs. Urquio!" Cassian called out, scratching the back of his neck.

“We met at Don Severino’s party a few months ago. You were with Rafael De Luca, right?” My lips parted slightly as I nodded. That must’ve been it, that crowded night filled with faces I barely remembered. “Ah, right,” I said softly. “I think I remember that night, but… forgive me, I don’t recall your name.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Joaquin,” he said, extending his hand. “Joaquin Ilustre.” My heart dropped at the sound of his surname. My gaze fell to his outstretched hand, frozen.

Not only were we in a good business, but We were practically partners; we had a friendship with Manolo since years ago when we were just Mom's apprentice, while Manolo, Cali's boss, was still his father's apprentice. It was different now; not only was Manolo the Cali Cartel, but we were also leaders in our organization based in Spain. We had done favors for Manolo eliminating some threats to his business in both Spain territory and America, likewise, he helped us by eliminating a few threats in his territory Colombian. And if there was something else to add to our beautiful society, Manolo hated the Corelias with all his being, So that's why we were here with information. So the damn Italian

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

the young man asked. Lara was very surprised to hear from the man. So, she immediately looked up and then met his eyes. It was then that she saw the intense amusement in his dark eyes. "What are you saying?" she tried to normalize the tone of her speech and she succeeded there. "I'm not married," Joaquin replied. Whether Lara would be pleased or annoyed with what the man said, she did not know. And because she was confused, she chose to just ignore it, again. "I also don't have a girlfriend," he added even though she didn't ask.