Miguel Mike Ramirez Novels & Stories

When we passed the immigration, a handsome young man came toward us with a welcoming smile. "Hello, Mr. Rauf! Welcome to Miami. I'm Richard Ramirez. I'll be your friendly guide from Ritz Wings Co. LTD. throughout your trip and I'll be assisting you in your every meeting and deal with our company." He greeted and shook my father's hand with a charming smile. "Thank you Mr. Ramirez. And this is my family. My wife, daughter and son." Dad introduced us as we exchange a hello. The man Richard seemed to be in his mid twenties with dirty blonde hair and a handsome face. His physiognomy was like other Americans but his posture was very professional.

tugon nito sabay kuha sa sulat sa kanyang bulsa. "Kanino galing yan?" "Doon sa suki ko, professor mo daw siya noon... Mr. Jorge Ramirez ang pangalan... Alam niya kasing kilala kita at kaba-baryo kaya ako ang pinakiusapan." Biglang kinabahan si RaiLen. Kinuha ang sulat. Nagpaalam na si Mark. "Baka umalis na yan mamayang gabi. May darating na eroplano mula sa Maynila, baka doon na siya sumakay." pahabol na himig pa nito at tuluyan nang umalis.

he said and stood up. "What are you going to say? that I killed him? , sorry but you have no proof against me' I yell. He brought out his phone and played the recording where I admitted to everything just now then put it back into his pockets. "Actually, it's your word against you" he said with a smile. "Times up" the warden shouted coming closer to us. "By the way, I'm Miguel Ramirez, the son of your ex husband" he said before walking away, not sparing me one single glance.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through

Miguel cried out in pain—his leg was wounded. “Even if you kill me, I’ll never tell you where she is!” Miguel shouted, trying to endure the pain from Ryan’s relentless kicks. “You really want to die, huh?!” Ryan threatened. Miguel laughed bitterly as he pressed on his bleeding leg. “I’m not afraid of dying, Mr. Salazar,” he said boldly, infuriating Ryan further. “Even if you bury me alive, you won’t get anything from me.” “We’ll see if you’re still that brave when you see the gift I brought for you,” Ryan sneered before turning to his men. “Bring in the gift I got for him.”

I quickly opened the document Susan had given me, and the photograph in it appears to be of the same person who is currently seated in front of me. The guy I slapped at the Motel last night and made out with two days ago, is Miguel Rodriguez.! The apparent heir to the Rodriguez fortune! He is right in front of me!!!

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

My dick was still very hard and it felt like it was going to burst open any time soon, and her breathing close to it made it worse. Just then Mr. Robinson walked in smiling, he is Cassandra's father. I normally would stand up to welcome but I was currently incapacitated. "Hello sir," I said smiling while trying to sound formal and busy by shifting my gaze between him and my computer system. He walked down to me as we shook hands. "How are you Damian," he said still standing and smiling. Good thing, my table is constructed in such a way that I can his half of our country underneath, and the person standing on the other side won't notice a thing.