Miguel Mike Ramirez Novels & Stories

“He always donates to churches, and his donations magicslly makes women donate too, yeah they are obsessed.” “Okay, why do you all know so much about this man?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. Badly. “Because he's Miguel Ramirez. Not just any man. Damien Black and Miguel Ramirez are like the most eligible bachelor's, Miguel is more like a sugar daddy. From what I heard? He's in hus late forties.” So I've been fucking myself to the thought of a man old a enough to be my father? Good Lord, save my soul from eternal damnation.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring. Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long? "Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his angular face and with traits that could only be Latin. And the bastard didn't help at all by wearing bandanas on his forehead and keeping his hair up to his shoulders attached to a rubber band. "They will

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

I rubbed the dust from my eyes, and slowly got back up. Amidst the tornado of dust particles and tiny concrete pieces, Señor Ramirez emerged, holding what looked like a handheld rocket launcher. “You guys are still alive and I don’t know how you’ve managed that,” he said. Zak and Rachel sprinted to hug him, but Señor Ramirez held his hands up. “No time for that!” I stared at him, still in shock. “I can’t believe you’re here. How did you get here?”

I was feeling happier than anyone else because I did hard work of days and sleepless nights to make it work and it’ll be one of the mega projects done by Rosewoods. “This time is for celebration, Mr. Rosewood. Please, don’t deny me. I want to treat our hardworking teams and they deserve it.” Mr. Ramirez insisted. I observed one thing about him that he is totally a party man who knows how to enjoy his life. “Sure, Mr. Ramirez, I won’t deny this time.” Damien said. “We’re friends now Damien, you can call me Miguel.” Mr. Ramirez said. “Miguel, we’re your guests whenever you want to throw the party but make it fast because Mrs. Vance is leaving tomorrow and I’d be sad if I she misses the celebra

That I can't envisage; Felix Montego go on his knees for a fucking woman - scratch that - for a fucking girl. Thankfully, she had returned to her old self, like the good. Little. Angel. With. A hint. Of a. Devil. Sarah. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out and pressed it against my ear. It is was Ramirez, seems he had returned from Mexico. He was waiting for me downstairs. Heaving a sigh, I stood from by bed. I turned before I went downstairs and met Ramirez in the living room. He was sat on one of the couch, he stood up once he saw me.

she asked softly. He exhaled bitterly. “Delgado happened.” That didn’t surprise her, but the look in his eyes did. Fear. Not the hard-edged fury he usually wore. This was something else entirely. Ramirez sank onto the fallen log, rubbing his face with both hands. “I have spent years chasing criminals. I have seen bodies burned to nothing and families torn apart. I have seen the kind of evil men learn to hide behind suits and badges.” His hands dropped, revealing eyes older than she had ever seen.