Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

“You know that I didn’t want to do anything…” “One word, and I will cut your tongue out, Cartel.” I said, glaring at him. He took a step back, and looked down at his feet, avoiding my eyes, knowing my warning well. Donatello squeezed his shoulder, and I could hear that it snapped, meaning that he broke it. Cartel fought back screaming as his eyes teared up. I raised an eyebrow at the man, and he shook his head.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

“We would love to know stories about the island from a man who has lived here for that long.” The old man smiled, “Alright. Can you help me sit young man?” He asks Harry. “Of course.” Harry stands right away. He carefully assists the old man in sitting down with us in the sand. I watch as the old man gently placed is cane next to his lap while he kept his eyes on the blazing bonfire. The old man smiled while watching the bonfire, “My name is Cortèz.” “My name is Harry.” Harry answers as he extends his hand to Cortèz to be polite but the old man, who’s just staring at the bonfire, didn’t accept. Harry looks back at me as he pulled his hand away from the man. “Uh, this is Merry.”

Marco on the other hand stayed as Brix's right hand para kahit paano ay masilayan at masubaybayan niya ang babaing minamahal niya ng lihim. Eric Montemayor took his profession as a part time job. Four days work in his hospital and his affiliates. He takes 3 days off and spend it practicing martial arts and other sports that enhances his agility and fighting skills. He also enrolled in body building kaya mas lalong naging matipuno ang kanyang katawan. Lalo siyang naging guwapo kaya mas lalong maraming nahuhumaling sa kanya, pero iisa parin ang tinitibok ng kanyang puso, si Mirasol. But it's been a while since he last saw her, hindi rin naman niya alam ang bahay nito para dalawin man lang sana