Mr Cempreng Novels & Stories

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

com MAMA AFRICA 06/12/2012 x@rlc.com DOCE 29/11/2012 x@rlc.com DOCE 22/11/2012 richard@hotmail.com NGO 11/03/2012 x@rlc.com DOCE 25/10/2012 ---------------------------- RE:DOCE From: x@rlc.com Sent: Thursday, 25 October 2012 23:24:56 To: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com DOCE, Today I met with Richard and he told me that he is idealizing an NGO and that he is going to Barcelona and you came in my mind...

Jumping to his feet, he opened the door, staring at the officer before him who had his cap held to his midriff, looking at Arcangelo sympathetically. "How may I help you, officer?" Arcangelo asked, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. "I am sorry to inform, Mr. Regnante." The officer spoke gently as Arcangelo didn't understand why the officer was being like this. "There was an attack on the King's Auction tonight. No one survived." Arcangelo blinked at the man before him, wondering if he heard wrong. "I'm sorry." He spoke in a daze. "Did you just say no one survived?"

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

"It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?" "It's okay, you know it has always been about the happy kids and not the profits." He said smiling making Bernadette smile too, Mr Rodriguez was a nice Spanish man who lost his wife and kid 20 years ago, he couldn't remarry but preferred making kids happy as it gave him a piece of joy to cover up for his loss, he loved Elle like his own and it warmed her heart. "I know, Elle knows too, Right Elle?". She asked making Mr Rodriguez smile.

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.

Maximo replied with a bright smile " Some other time " " Alright, well I guess the some other time will be the weekend on the upcoming funeral. I have heard the town talking about it " " As they should " Maximo replied with a grin at the man and then he turned to Iris and extended his palm to her. " Come here, let's go " Iris didn't wait for anymore invitation before she received maximo's palm and stood up gently. Just suddenly Marco get on his feet too but maximo signal him to sit but the underboss won't have none of it.

They aren't just the band that performs here, they are also famous and have producer bands as well. Marvin is the pianist in the band. He is also adept at other instruments. "No, I still have a part-time job. Go ahead," she replied. Joseph Quinton and Mark Salazar also came down. “Won’t you take your payment first before going to your next job?” Marks asked, the beatboxer in the group. It was with Joseph who was the drummer of the band. "I'll take it before I go," Ameira replied sparingly. As for Ameira, she put the guitar in its bag. She works at an exclusive hotel in Makati, Manila, as a housekeeper. She probably has five jobs a day, so she barely has time to rest.

This is just a challenge, I can get through this. I can get through Mister Kiel Alexandro Ramirez.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile