Mr Chino Novels & Stories

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?"

Next to the crowns were two glasses of wine. Host: “This next award goes to someone who, if we’re being honest, may not even be one of us. While we were struggling with calculus, he was probably reverse-engineering a spaceship. He doesn’t just think outside the box—he’s already relocated to a new galaxy and left us behind.” Host: “Ladies and gentlemen, please applaud the man Most Likely to Outgrow the Human Species, Mr. Kenneth Lee Wright!” “What the fuck!” Aiden reacted. “The description is so on point!”

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

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

I frowned even more. Men and their sexist rules. "We don’t have to eat food from the chef here. We can order pizza. I... well, my cooking could poison you, but..." "I’d die happy eating whatever poison you made...." He laughed, kissing my nose and teasing me. I huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but I could tell Lorenzo was plotting something. "I’m not just placing the order. I’m also betting on my favorite horse in today’s race, and just by coincidence, the King’s Beta will be visiting the club because he sponsors a prized thoroughbred."

I said as I hit the ball and it went straight into the hole, the instructor clapped once more. “The… Rodrigo, the-“ “Are you about to tell me of our rival? What happened to the rules I ordered? Never speak of the rival side at home unless it’s at work and it’s compulsory,” I snapped at him focusing on the ball. “This is about the new CEO! You wouldn’t believe who the new CEO is! It’s Camille! Camille Guevara!” He dropped the bombshell and immediately I halted. “Who did you just say?” I asked again making sure I was hearing him well.

His words were really despotic. About twenty seconds later, a man with a pale face and skinny figure walked out. It was Ryan, Mark of the River Mountain’s CEO. He stood in front of a few dozen party poppers, and it looked like he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

I asked, already pleading for him to stop. He let out a deadpan smile and gulped down. I could see his hiccups dance as he swallowed hard. "Well, I'm just doing the basic etiquette. I'm only doing the necessity," he answered. Just then, Mr. Luke walked in wearing the VIP section uniform. "Excuse me, Mr. Zayn. You called me. I hope you're not facing any problem with our service?" He asked frantically. "Your services are good as usual," He said, sipping from his wine cup before continuing.