Milton Giménez Novels & Stories

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

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.

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

He says simply, he's the only normal one and he's shy but he's a fun guy. "The other one is Carlos Mendez, we call him Bambi though." I point to Carlos who has his attention mostly on Camilla than any other person. I bite my tongue from saying anything. I don't know why I'm surprised, Carlos is a womanizer. "Sup." He says coolly. "The next person is Santiago Montez." "How do you do?" He says in a British accent. "Santiago grew up in England." "Oh!" Camilla and Derek say in unison.

He muttered. Turning to me again, he said, "What will your father ask me after?" "Probably your job profile." He looked himself up and down. "Do I pass for a college guy?" "No." Aiden and I said together. "Well," Mariano sighed, "I also have a side business. What do you think pays the bills?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "I own an art gallery in New York," His face twisted before he grit out, "sir." Aiden and I burst into peels of laughter.

He walked pass Yntreia, watching one of the mermen, a handkerchief in his hand, doing a magic trick. “Come and join me Ellaine. They’re amazing!” Her eyes were trained on the magician and the smile on her face was a bit wistful. She must really be hypnotized. “Yo ho ho! Drop the anchor and tie up the mizzens!” The captain ascended the stairs. At his command, sound of scrambling feet against wood, cheers and grunts of men, and banging of equipments reverberated. Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!”