Novel & Cerita Marcus Lopez

He paused. “Hot as fuck.” Ava giggled. 'What a drama queen,' I thought to myself. “The last one sitting in the middle between Scarlett and Noah is Zachariah Diaz also Marcus’s sworn enemy.” He finished off his speech with a dramatic bow making us chuckle in response. “Sworn enemy?” Ava curiously asked. “Yeah, he kinda is the Captain of the boxing and swimming club.” “Woah, both?” A smirk formed on my face. “Yep.” He said popping the ‘p.’

They are both looking so serious with someone else on the back of them. They went inside without a word. Dad pulled me to the couch and forced me to sleep. The stranger sat in front of me with eyes locking with mine. “So you are Jillian,” he broke the silence. “Yeah,” I awkwardly answered feeling uncomfortable about what’s going on. Hailey doesn’t look happy standing at his back. I can’t see Angelo and I just wish he is here. He just doesn’t like coming here when my parents are around. “I’m doctor Alperez, I’m the family doctor who once took care of you when you are just a kid,” he introduced himself and offered his hand for handshake but I never shook with it. He took his hand and sighed de

“Small school up north. Nothing big.” Reyes snorted. “Bullshit. But I don’t need your life story. I need goals.” He glanced toward the first-team training pitches in the distance. “Lopez tore his ACL two weeks ago. First team’s short a striker. Reserves train tomorrow at eight. You survive the week without pissing me off, you’re in the mix. Don’t fuck it up.” Marc nodded once. Inside, something tight and painful uncoiled—relief laced with guilt. This was escape. Not betrayal.

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.

He took the cigar far from his lips and puffed, with thick gray smokes filling the air. The room fell silent, everyone’s eyes boring into his. Lorenzo continued, his voice dripping with conviction. “Ronaldo is receiving threats from a certain politician, Marcus William. Marcus, as we know, is one of the richest billionaires in the city and also a tycoon. We’ve just discovered that he’s in a Mafia organization in the underworld and he has some shady schemes against our dearest Ronaldo. And once he completes those schemes, those schemes will shatter Ronaldo’s dreams, preventing him from becoming mayor.

"You can't just barge in here like this. Who are you people?" The lead man turned to face me, and I felt my blood turn to ice water in my veins. "My name is Victor Kozlov," he said calmly. "And I'm here about some money that Marcus Martinez owes me." The name hit me like a physical blow. I heard Marcus mention Victor Kozlov before, usually in hushed, terrified tones when he thought no one was listening. This was the loan shark, the man Marcus had borrowed money from to fuel his gambling addiction.

he spoke, nonchalant, though he clenched his jaw so tight it would've broken his teeth. Marcus' brow raised automatically upon hearing that. "Are you honesty that stupid? Don't you know who he is?" The man scoffed at that and felt a tendon of anger be pulled in him, "Does he know who I am?" He pushed himself from where he leaned. "I'M LEE DAE-HYUN!" Marcus shot up from the seat he sat on, "AND I'M MARCUS D'FROI!" He huffed sharply. "But who the hell cares because he's Roux Dahlberg; he's long left the shadow of his father. He is no player to disregard."

He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved. The Hispanic was Carlos. His parents had immigrated from Spain before he was born, and he was now a bail bondsman. He looked the part too. He had one too many buttons on his short undone, lots of chest hair, and gallons of hair product. Marcus sat all the way down at the end on the left. He was very tall and extremely muscular. He had been in the army and then become a SWAT officer when he returned back. His dark eyes felt like they could pierce a soul, so it wasn't surprising at all to think of any criminal running scared from him.

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-"

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”