Miguel Mike Ramirez Novels & Stories

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.

I lift the weight again, my tone bored. “They need a pastor for the ceremony. Thought you’d want to know since we don’t usually do weddings here.” I raise an eyebrow but keep lifting. “Why would I care about some random couple tying the knot?” “They’re not random.” Ryder’s tone shifts, something teasing beneath it. “Get to the point, Ryder.” He pauses, and when he finally speaks, his words are like a bomb dropping. “The couple is Mr. Adam and Miss Piper Redding.” The weight slips from my hands, crashing onto my foot. Pain shoots through my leg, but I barely register it. The entire gym goes silent, everyone staring.

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.”

“ They went upstairs to the third floor and opened the door with the inscription on it – ‘Javier Ramirez, Investigative Journalist.’ Miguel knocked and a thin man with unkempt hair and glasses opened the door. “Miguel and Ximena, I presume,” he said extending his hand towards them and inviting them in. “Welcome, glad to have you here. We have a number of things to talk about. ” Javier’s office was messy but neat and the newspapers and whiteboards that decorated the walls were covered with writings. He wiped the small desk , inviting them to sit across him. "So," he said, perching on the edge of his desk. "Tell me everything." The two spoke for the next one hour recounting all that had happen

John offered. “No,” I answered firmly. “Logan…” John sighed. “I said no. He is Siegfried’s son. While I trust him with some things, I cannot trust him with her safety. If Siegfried follows him, he puts her and her family in danger,” I explained. “Okay, you make a valid point,” John conceded. “What about Mikali Hamilton? I’m friends with him. He’s very trustworthy and is a trained medic. So if anything was to happen, he could offer assistance,” Bryant spoke up.

I would go through a lot of inhumane torture every day and it would be worse anytime he was annoyed. Tonight, there was supposed to be a festival in the pack, while serving the crowd, I came across the Alpha of the pack and unexpectedly I felt an uncanny connection with him. Before I could scramble away afraid he might notice, I was stopped by his rejection. He had also noticed. I had thought that at least, he was going to accept me, but then it turned out that I was living in a fantasy world. Thinking about all this, the tears in my eye became intense as it flowed down like a river. Never was I going to be able to heal in this lifetime.

Carlos asked again, his voice firmer this time. Ramirez looked between the two of them, took a deep breath, and finally answered. "A witch doctor.”

To his surprise, though, Miranda decided to give her ex a ride rather than trouble him. As they waited, Felix asked casually, “Which division are you with, Mr. Lloyd?” “Southern Command,” Mike answered simply. “And Mayor Lloyd—he’s your…?” “My uncle,” Mike replied without hesitation. He didn't mind revealing his identity. Once Felix figured out who Mike was, a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “A pleasure to meet you.” Miranda drove up to the restaurant entrance a few minutes later. Felix reached for the front passenger door, but she shot him a sharp look. “Sit in the back.”

—necklaces taken from defeated demigods. Don was so mad, as he imagined his eyes glowing just like the wolf's. He raised his sword. Phelan's army cheered for her from her inner self as she could only get the voice herself, but the sounds died when Don dodged her first swing and sliced her dagger in half, right between the handholds. “Wii” she whimpered. “AAAA!” Don spun and kicked her in the snout. She staggered backward, trying to regain her footing, then lowered her head to charge. But She never got the chance. Don's sword flashed—slicing off part of Phelan's right arm, then the other. She tried to grab Don with a lot of energy, but she couldn't. He rolled away, picking up half of her bro

She rose up immediately from her seat, and as she tried to hurry to the crowd, I grabbed her hand and stopped her. My eyes must have gotten red as I stared at her, because I saw the shock in her face as she stared back at me. I ignored that. Then, with a cracked voice that felt forced and uneasy, I asked her, “Wh- who is he? Who is that man, and what is his position in this company?”. “What do you mean, Miss? Don't you know who Micheal Rodriguez is?”. “And, did you not watch the news yesterday?”. “He is the owner of Ma-Kings company and some other companies he mentioned. He is the one and only authentic chairman of three huge companies”.