Marcus Lopez Arguello Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

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.”

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

And if Lorraine Vergara is still alive and she was the one who did it, Marcel won't let it slip and he'll square off against her. When he was just about to get up and take care of some essential affairs in his company, he felt an unexpected vibration coming from his cell phone. Marcel took it and looked at the caller ID on his phone. It was a shareholder in DLT hailing from the country of Spain. Before answering the phone, Marcel inhaled deeply and paused for a moment. The tone of his greeting to Mr. Zacarias was one of genuine enthusiasm. "Mr. Zacarias! Good evening! Oh, I almost forgot; in Spain, it is not yet evening. Sorry about that. I'm-"

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

He said. But the one thing that stood out from him was his bright purple eyes. They looked at me while I couldn't seem to stop looking at them. He rolled his eyes while he grew a smile. "My Dad has blue eyes, while my mom has red. Kinda mixed when they, um, made me. So, my name Zeke. I'm the top warrior here. I took my fathers spot when my Valdus took the title. So, who are you, and what's your rank?" He asked while he crossed his arm cross his chest.

she asked after a sigh. She was sure that she won’t stop so she might as well pretend to be curious. She put down the magazine again and looked at where her friend’s eyes were. "It's the elusive, immensely hot and extremely rich playboy, Luke Contrero! The man one wearing a pair of blue board shorts and has a mouth-watering six-pack!” Joyce replied as she stared at the subject of her interest.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.