Mr Chino Novels & Stories

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.

he greeted me with a small bow. "What did you get?" He dropped a file in front of me, I reached for it and opened it.. there's a picture of a baldhead man. "That's Justin Marconi, he's 57 years...he was a very skilled sniper.. he was supposed to be in jail but he broke out and up till now, no one knows his whereabouts... " I raised my hand, signaling him to pause. I took a closer look at the man, there's a big scar on his face and he seemed a little familiar.

Whenever the chief needed extra help, Master Chief Hodge was always just a phone call away. "Shawn Hodge! It's good to talk to you again! Shawn, I have a problem. I have just arrested a small time crook who says that he is a lackey for Darryl Sloan. He indicates that he is an underworld big boss from Shanghai. Do you know of such a person?"

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

Robert hadn't anticipated how long it was taking to drive to Ms. Chino's house. “You dope, you're spending more time and fuel than you're making cutting those lawns!” his father would say. Ignore him; I'll get a lot of money from Ms. Chino. What kind of name was that for Chino Yamaguchi? He could understand her, but he still expected her to be from another country. Robert returned to reflecting on what had transpired with Felicia after giving up trying to convince himself that the job was more than just mowing the grass of some lady.

“Mom, Dad, Freya, this is Mr. Dominique Fontaine, Chairman of Crédit du Montclair,” Kenneth introduced. “WrightCode Global built and still manages their online banking system.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Fontaine,” Riley said, shaking his hand. “What an honor!” “You’re too kind, Mrs. King,” Dominique chuckled. “You and your husband are just as impressive.” He shook Adrian’s hand, then turned to Freya. “And what a beautiful wife you have, Kenneth. I was shocked when you told me you married so fast—but now I get it.”

“Rookie, if you survive this presentation, you’re not just hallucinating. You’re a legend.” ___________________ The conference room gleamed with polished wood and expensive leather chairs. Lily sat at the far end of the table, trying not to hyperventilate as Mr. Chen entered with his entourage. He was a man in his late fifties, sharp eyes behind rimless glasses, his presence commanding without raising his voice. He shook Alex’s hand firmly, his gaze scanning the room like a hawk. “Mr. Knight,” Chen said in a measured tone. “Punctual. I like that. But…” He gestured at the coffee service. “The cups are mismatched.”

His secretary announced as they applauded him. Amelia instantly raised her head, and stared at the man in question, who happened to be looking at her too. “He's the CEO? He's so young. I thought it was someone older. I hope this will be the last offer of help I'll get from the Miller family. It's enough that they helped me get my dream job”. “Let's start the meeting, please” Richard calmly said, and sat down. The women in the meeting room couldn't stop sparing glances at Richard, as he was so handsome and charming— except Amelia.

Clinton stood beside me as the instructor set up the board. As we climbed onto the board, Clinton took the lead. He positioned himself first, feeling out the balance and control of the flyboard. With a powerful surge of water from the jets, he lifted off the surface, rising into the air with ease. I watched, breathless, as he soared above the water, his movements smooth and confident.

Fress had golden tan skin, light blue almond shaped eyes, and light brown freckles throughout his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had his dark brown, medium length, hair done in a curly quiff hairdo, and he was muscular. He wore dark blue jeans, black loafers, a white long sleeve button up shirt, a solid blue tie, and had his fitted serge colored blazer open. His teeth were bright white and sparkled in the light and he had a stubbly dark brown beard and mustache that went around his pinkish bow lips. He cracked a smile at Beau saying, "It's not very gentleman-like to talk to a lady about someone else don't you think Beau Bax." Beau sighed, saying, "You're right. I'm sorry I should be m