Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

But a low chuckle caught my attention, my eyes snapped towards the man. Making me take a longer look at him. He looked different from the other men, His hair was cropped low, tattoo covered neck and a posture that screams superiority. “She is fierce” His voice came, calm, teasing. I could hear the amusement in his voice. I frowned at him. “Who are you?” I asked, my eyes were already judging. “Oh pardon my manners, I am Cristóbal Márquez” he smirked as if I am supposed to be scared the instant he uttered his name.

Steadily, the murmurs fade and when it completely hush, the defense attorney doesn’t waste time and assiduously adds, “Mackenzie Cortez was not a victim. She’s aware of what her mission really was. She proactively offered to be experimented on by The Manila Mafia in exchange for ten percent of the $10,000,000 Primo Javier received in his PayMe account. She went to The Manila Mafia’s whereabouts, so the gang’s Boss, known as Alessandro Ocampo, would pay Primo Javier. Once she got the confirmation from Primo Javier that the money was already transferred to his account, her next plan was to annihilate the entire Manila Mafia, but she didn’t do it. Why? Coz she fell in love with the mafia’s olde

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

he said in a very cold voice. Christian Smith was her step-mother's nephew. He was about the same age as Luke. He was an architect and he was based in California. The first time she saw him during a family gathering, she did a double take. He looked like Luke but she never entertained the thought of being friendly with him especially becayse he showed interest in her during their first meeting. She soon discovered that her father told him that she was in the process of divorcing her husband so he became confident to tell her about his feelings. She didn’t want him to woo her but she didn’t directly tell him to stop simply because he and her dad knew that her marriage was fake. H

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”