Marcus Lopez Arguello Novels & Stories

Darwin had brown hair and he seemed like a total pervert. "I am Archie Cordero , and I am not single, but I do prefer older women" He said making a quick glance to Mrs.Villanueva. Archie has shorter black hair, parted down the middle with a stray bang in his face and the tips fanning out. He was very young looking. "I am Marison Yul . But you can call me Mar" Mar had was really tall and muscular. He had dark brown hair and dark skin; he looked as if he was Mexican.

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.”

He picked up the document again. “The first party in the name of Darren Kyne Jarl and the second party in the name of Diana Genevieve, agreed to commit a lifetime contract marriage. The second party replaces her sister in the name of Annabelle Genevieve who ran away, and as collateral for the crimes committed by her father, Frank Genevieve. The contents of the contract are first, no divorce no matter what the reason. Second, the identity of the second party will be hidden in order not to be a threat to the first party. Third, if the second party insists on divorce, it will be required to pay a penalty of 10 million dollars.” Alpha Darren took out a pen and gently pulled Diana's hand to hand

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.”

I smiled when he said that. “I'm not saying you're old, Marcos. I'm just curious.” “I know, miss. I've been working with Mr. Lorenzo for two and a half years.” “Hum ... So, you know the family well, don't you?” “Yes.” “What do you tell me about his son?” “He's a good boy.” “Good boy? I know ... What else?” “What do you want to know?” “Nothing.” “OK.” “How old are you, Marcos?” “Twenty-six.”

I felt my eyebrows furrow and I felt slight pain. "Okay, don't talk, because if you do, you're going lose your voice. And I fixed the wound, but..." I looked over to him while I saw his graze at my neck. "The mark is completely gone. I don't know if you can remark or not, I've never seen this before. After all my years as this packs doctor, no one has lost their mark. So I don't know if it's possible to be marked again. I'm sorry Luna."