Mateo Santiago Mga Nobela at Kwento

he told the short man who was still trembling while he bowed his head. "Tha- thank you, Señior Madrigal!" he choked on his words which made Benjamin's lips twitch. "Get out! You're making me nauseous!" he exclaimed. The owner of the resort left their living room wobbling in his steps right away. "Santiago is scared to death, Señor!" Mateo chuckled. "As long as we hold his son's head, he will act as a robot in my command!" he grinned. "All right Mateo, I will give you a night off. Go get the woman you like and have fun!" he added and it made Mateo as happy as a lark.

He was Princeton's replica. "He's one cute baby" a voice beside me said making me jump and I looked over to my right to see an unfamiliar male standing beside me and I frowned. There was something about him that told me he was someone I knew. Well, someone that I should know but who? "Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking and the man smiled. Something about that gesture made something in my chest ache. "You wouldn't remember me since you were a mere toddler when I passed away" he replied, making me blink my eyes and he chuckled, "I'm Santiago, your father"

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. "Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult." Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips.

{“Don we got word about one of the men” He turned and faced his right hand man with a deadly glare. “Matteo non voglio notizie di quegli stronzi, voglio le loro teste” He spoke in his rich and deep Italian voice. {“Matteo, I don't want daily news about those fuckers, I want their heads”} Matteo looked at his boss with a panicked expression, He knew that their men couldn’t invade that territory, it is well defended. The only way in, is to have someone on the inside but the boss has killed most of he’s informants.

I spent years searching for a way to restore your sight. My dear Mia, did it hurt to be betrayed by those closest to you? I can’t imagine the despair you must have felt. My dear Mia, were you afraid when you were killed? You always feared pain the most. You were the kind of little princess who would cry for half a day over a mere scratch. My dear Mia, I’m so sorry. You must have felt so helpless and alone. I was too late. I should have come sooner. I hate Rowan with every fiber of my being and have already exiled him from Moonshadow Wolf Tribe.

Or Hollow Moon. The Reyes line carried the Flame too. Sylvia hadn’t just feared the Matrons. She’d come from them. And she’d spent decades burying that part of herself. I turned the page. There she was. Sylvia. Younger. Barely 16 in the grainy image. Standing beside her mother, Selene, in front of a flame-etched altar. The caption read: "Flame Ritual – Unsanctioned. 4 Matrons present. Collapse followed 6 hours later. Alpha companion deceased. Daughter unharmed.”

"Woah... What the fuck are you doing? Do you think I'm the new one making the decision on my own? I'm getting orders from the top. From the fucking top." She stood up slowly, her movements graceful, unafraid. "Let me tell you about Mateo Reyes. He has two siblings. Elena and Carlos. Their father owned most of the cartels that caused riots in the city even though their father escaped the death toll twice before he was shot dead in an African country called Madagascar, in Antananarivo." Richard's gun hand wavered slightly.

' I asked. He smiled. 'My villa. Don't worry, just follow me.' His arms were warm and comforting, and I couldn't resist his mysterious scent. Inside, I glanced around at the exquisite decor, uneasiness creeping in. A business card on the coffee table caught my eye. 'Michael Edward Carter?!' I gasped. This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle.

I Alexander Ortega reject you, Lisa Andrews as my mate" I heard him say with all seriousness. His voice was firm, rough and pricing deep into my heart like a warriors blade. I could feel my heart bleed as I heard those words from my mate's mouth. I looked into his eye but they where dark and emotionless, he did not seem moved by the words he was saying and one could see how dead serious he was, my eye was in immediately filled in tears as they threatened to fall but I fought hard to make sure it didn't.

“I am not something you get to reclaim just because you finally decided it was safe.” “Maeve—” she tried. “My name is Maeve Caine.” The clearing trembled. “Luna of Caine.” Ronan’s presence burned at my back. “Mate to Alpha Ronan Caine.” My mother looked horrified. “And I will be damned before I let some pathetic excuse for a mother walk into my home and tell me otherwise.” Her face crumpled and I felt nothing soften inside me. “You left me with the man who murdered my father.”