Mikael Conde 소설 & 이야기

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

If the endless rows of books stacked on high shelves didn't overwhelm me, I'd blame it on the intense Topaz eyes watching me from across the room. I'd rather look anywhere else than get burned in those whiskey colored eyes. Get it together woman. Gosh, this confrontation thingy was a lot harder than I initially thought. Okay calm down Myra, you got this, just breathe. Easier said than done. I walked further into the room with Cruz in front of me. There were files scattered on his desk and his hands were clasped together and placed on the stack of papers. Somewhere between the clutter on his desk laid a brown polished name plate which clearly wrote; Miguel Carvalho - C.E.O

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

His blue eyes see everything. Egon Andersen walks in behind him. He is our Beta War Commander. He is taller than me and has big muscles. He protects our Silverclaw Kingdom. He kills anyone who crosses us. He spends his free time with Katharina Nielsen, his mate. Mads Andersen sits at the big table with his computer. He is the Moon Treasury Keeper. He counts all our gold. "The Moonstone Relic House opens in one hour," Mads says. He does not look up.

I say quickly. "Don't worry, I will come early. Tell her a friend is coming over to see her." Nigel simply said and hung up. I stared at my phone like someone had puked on it. "Who was that?" I heard Makaila ask. "My cousin, Nigel. You might not know him. He isn't all that popular." I said, trying to discourage her. "You mean Nigel Santos, the music major." She said. My head shot up. "You know him?" I asked.

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

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.”