Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

There is also a white oak stake stuck in his heart and just like what happened to Fabian earlier when Lincoln and I caught him lying on the floor and unconscious with a white oak stake stuck on his heart, the veins of this man are also visible all over his body, it’s like it’s popping out of his skin. "It's them, they're our brothers. This is Guzman and that's Polo. I can't believe our mother's not playing with us, it's been decades since the last time I saw them." Fabian said and it looks like he was still in disbelief as he stared at our brothers lying in the coffins.

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…”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

With my eyes closed, I took in a long drag, allowing my tension to get wrapped up in the smoke before slowly letting the smoke curl its way out of my mouth. My name is Carlito Santo-Maria. I love to address myself as the god here in Draymoor. No one dared question my authority, not even the cops. I can unapologetically say, I am the law. In this game, you know your territory and try not to trespass, but in my case, I think I have stepped on a bigger toe. Striking a deal with Marcos Gonzalez was like striking a deal with the devil. There was no room for failure. Marcos was in charge of the western states, of which Draymoor was part. He was the big fish. A man whose name could sink ports and c

she said and paused as she couldn’t mention the PDA-thingy, “I feel like I’m converting you to my side, ma.” “Oh, it’s that what you think?” her mother said and smiled. “Yes,” Misha smiled widely. “I didn’t know Mr. Cortez had a twin brother,” her mother stated. “Maybe because he and Mr. Cortez are estranged.” “What’s his name and why it’s so easy for Mr. Cortez to believe that his wife could cheat with him?” “His name is Dean and he was Mrs. Cortez’s boyfriend before Mr. Fredrick Cortez.” The mouth of her mother formed into an O.

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' "

“Armando Cortez isn’t just anyone. He’s—” “If you’re trying to make a point, get to it already,” I cut him off, irritation seeping into my voice. “I’m not in the mood for riddles, Stephan. Spit it out.” He gave me a hard look, clearly weighing his words. “Armando Cortez,” he said slowly, “isn’t just a casino owner. He’s connected to the Cosa Nostra.” The name hit me like a cold slap to the face. My grip on the invitation tightened as I stared at him. “Connected how?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

The name detonates in the room. “Victor Salazar.” For several seconds no one speaks. The silence stretches across the boardroom like a crack in glass—fragile, sharp, ready to shatter. Across the table, Marcus Dela Torre exhales slowly. “Well,” he murmurs. “That explains a lot.” Elaine Porter shakes her head. “That’s impossible.” But uncertainty creeps into her voice, softening the denial. Beside me, Adrian Reyes doesn’t move. His gaze remains locked on Leonardo Castillo.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!