Mario Lopez Ethnicity 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.

Stephanie snapped at the man with open hostility, and I saw the guards already moving to remove him. “Wait. I’ll answer him.” Lorenzo lifted a hand, signaling for them not to drag out the kamikaze journalist. “No, I’m not afraid of being criticized. In fact, I challenge anyone to come here and tell me to my face that my Luna is worth less because she’s an Omega. Is that what you think?” He answered with all the arrogance of a man who owned this territory. “No, no, Patriarch. I’m only voicing other people’s concerns. The King...” the man replied, trying to keep his pants dry.

“While I doubt that Diego of this fact, you are not going to be foolish enough to hurt a man that is not only your sister’s mate, but is also innocent of his father’s accusations.” “Just like us, he has suffered enough to lose for a man to die. If he is strong enough to look at all of us, and if he chose to stand against his father to start a new pack, whether or not he is your sister’s mate, you are going to be forced to work with him as long as I say that you do. Am I making myself clear?” Mario asked, glaring daggers at me. “Or else what? Are you going to put her in my place?” I asked, and Mario chuckled, shaking his head.

Her dad is Korean, and she looks more like him than our mom. Her dad and our mom were married for a decade before he decided he liked his second family better. They got divorced. And shortly afterward, mom met my dad, Jacob Gonzalez. My dad is Chilean. I look more like my mom. My mom, Maryanne, or Mary for short, is a white woman. She always had a thing for dating other ethnic groups. I think it has something to do with her upbringing.

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

Mario smirked and lit it himself. “Still hates me.” “He has taste.” I blew out a puff of smoke, letting it blur the edges of the grotesque scene. The cellar smelled like blood and gasoline and something far worse. It was almost comforting. Like home. “Any updates on Leonardo?” Mario asked, letting the cigar hang loosely between his fingers. I tapped ash onto the concrete floor, watching it fall like snow. “The Latino spilled before he passed out. Said Leonardo was last seen in Mexico.” I met Mario’s eyes.

Sophia smiled looking at him dreamily. “Okay we are going one above the other with each argument. First of all I am not Spanish. My mom is an American, my dad though originally from Spain was born and brought up in Burnsville, a small town near Minnesota. So I am an American, purely and completely. Secondly I'm not here to fight with you. Let us call it a truce. I'm sorry for playing a joke with you using that bouquet.” He raised his hands in surrender. “So are you coming to the wine festival?”

Bianca merely chuckled, still absentminded, "Louis O' Cornell...that motherfucker..." Jack forcefully tapped her on her shoulder. "Look, I am not kidding. Mario is capable of anything once he's pushed to the wall. He left home years ago, and has refused to return because of a disagreement. You should give him what he wants if you love yourself enough." He sighed, and added, "And how did you even get yourself into this mess?"

“And who are you? This is the first time we have seen you here! Hah, do not tell me a mere lower elder is lecturing us right now?” “Pardon me, your graces, and I am Santiago Polares.” Polares… people started whispering to themselves when they heard his name. A Polares! Some even shouted. They smiled to themselves and then looked at him. “I apologize for not recognizing you soon, Don Santiago Polares,” the man that was rude to him earlier suddenly bowed down. “It’s just that it had been a long since we last seen a hybrid like you are,” “A hybrid, huh? So that is still a thing of discrimination in this country? No wonder you people are always behind in everything. You compare and compare and c

Jacob. Jacob said that he was just taking orders from Klyde McMarrow, he never saw him. He was recruited by a guy named Leonardo Olaso, he did a background check about an Australian citizen named Leonardo Olaso but nothing comes out, it has been soon found that the man came from Puerto Rico, half Puerto Rican and Spanish, 29 years old, has a case of rape in many countries since he was only 15 years old. Now he's in the cover and hands of Klyde McMarrow.