Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

“Uh, this is Merry.” “Nice to meet you Mr. Cortèz.” I say, extending my hand to him to which he also did not accept so I pulled my hand away from him. Cortèz smiled still staring at the bonfire, “I would like to shake both of your hands, but I’m afraid I can’t. I’m actually blind.” He says those words but with a smile and no stain of sadness in his eyes.

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

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Malcolm nodded at Fabian, and he immediately received the message, as he walked over and took his seat at the table. “Thank you, Malcolm. Your hospitality is much appreciated,” Senor Ramirez replied, shaking hands with the Head of the Covert Operations Division of the CIA. Malcolm turned around and faced everyone else, who were all wearing confused facial expressions. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Marco Cortes. He is the boy who saved the world and stopped Drago Caracas and Obsidian,” he said proudly, patting me on the shoulder.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

It was a sound engineered to prey on the deepest, most primal fears. Every member of Marcus’s elite Ghost squad froze, their military discipline warring with the lizard-brain instinct to either flee or collapse. One of them, a mountain of a man named Cortez who boasted scars from a dozen forgotten conflicts and had a reputation for being unflappable, turned a sickly shade of green. His knuckles, gripping the forend of his assault rifle, were bone-white. He swallowed hard, a wet clicking sound in the sudden quiet that followed the echo.

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped

He said with a dismissive tone. “Well,” Matteo stretched and then stood. “This is your chance Harold, don’t miss it. Join hands with me, Lucas is our common enemy…you might never have a chance as this nor an ally like me, ever again…” “Look Matteo Rodriguez…I may hate Lucas as much as you do but why do you think I will join hands with someone like you…you are nothing better than Lucas…”