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?

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?”

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.

Rain dripped from the roof in slow, cold drops. A black car pulled up and stopped in front of him. Ramirez got out, coat collar up, eyes sharp and tired. He didn’t look like a cop—more like someone who’d stopped caring about rules a long time ago. “You look like hell,” Ramirez said. Eli gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, it’s been a long week.” “I heard.” Ramirez’s tone was calm, but his gaze pinned him in place. “The desert job. Mateo’s double-cross. You barely made it out.”

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Piper "It's all my fault—" "Ryder, this isn't the time to blame yourself—" "But it is my fault," Ryder repeats, his voice breaking as he falls to his knees, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His chest heaves with ragged breaths. I stare at him, speechless. Seeing someone as strong as Ryder—Elijah’s second-in-command, the fearless Beta—reduced to this shattered, terrified man is unnerving. But I know exactly what he’s feeling.

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”