Nandor X Guillermo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not getting his reply, the annoyed Gerald gloomily repeated, “…Again, who exactly are you?” Tilting his head back as he laughed maniacally yet again, the old man then replied, “I hope you listen closely before you die, boy! My name is Carlos Xenes, and my laugh is capable of stupefying ordinary people, you hear?! Tremble before my terrifying voice! Hahaha!” As clouds of dust began swirling in all directions the louder his laugh got, Gerald simply shook his head before replying, “I’ve never even heard of you before.”

“I’m fine, I’m not sure why Dr Guzman’s here…maybe he has my test results? Thank you Charles, we will see him now.” I turn to a still confused looking Xander, “So I wasn’t feeling well that night. Dr Guzman came home the next day and took my bloods to test for possible drugs.” I can see the anger on Xander’s face. “When I get my hands on that asshole…” “It’s over now, Xander. Lets just keep it in the past please.” “I love you, but no way.” We find Dr Guzman in the lounge and we stop our conversation to greet him.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

His eyes lit up with recognition as he saw me. "Giordana Quinton? Or are my eyes playing tricks on me this evening?" He asked. "Yes, uncle Xander, and no your eyes are not playing tricks on you," I replied with a shy smile, taking a seat. "My, my, you've grown into such a beautiful young lady, I wouldn't have recognized you If not for the eyes that remind me so much of your father." He beamed. "Oh thank you, Uncle, how have you been?" I asked.

“Well, he’s just a friend of mine, since you’re asking.” A weight lifted off my chest, but I wasn’t satisfied with just that. I needed to know more, needed to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions. “Nice,” I said, my voice casual, though the tightness in my chest betrayed my nerves. “Is he from around here? ‘Nado’ is not a name I’ve ever heard before.” Bella paused for a moment, clearly thinking about how to respond. “Well, his name is Fernando. I just shortened it to Nado, like a nickname,” she explained.

Repeatedly, anxiously. "Xander will never be able to see the grandchild he so desired." Once again, Nayla mourned the departure of her kind-hearted father-in-law. There is a sense of guilt within her for not forgiving that old man. "I ... have to hold on, for Nadira!"

“I still love animation. Sue me.” His grin returned, slow and dangerous. “I didn’t take you for a Coco Melon kind of girl.” That stopped me. “Wait. You know Coco Melon?” “Of course,” he said, completely serious. “Guillermo’s obsessed with it.” “Who’s…” I stopped mid-sentence, my brain catching up. “Wait. Guillermo?” It hit me in the head like a brick, I recalled the boy that clung to him in the headline picture.

James smiled calmly and said, “Do you think everyone is like you two brave fighters who kill for entertainment?” Jacopo and Xainte lowered their heads in embarrassment. James smiled and said, “Nando is a pacifist, and is very sensible.” The siblings were rendered speechless. James sighed. “Stand up.” Nando slowly raised his head, revealing his frightened expression. His face was covered in blood, and he looked incredibly worn out. Jacopo scoffed, “He asked you to stand.” Nando hurriedly got up and bowed to James. “You two are dismissed for now.” James waved his hand.

Come on! And.. Iandor found himself nodding at the dimpled face male. Stupid brain. . TBC

I will be waiting for you at our usual spot. Forever yours, Xander. Xander? My mind immediately goes to the only Xander I know of: Xander Norton, the Eel leader who hates Estermond more than anything. Could it be possible for Grace’s Xander and Xander Norton to be the same man? My hands are shaking. It seems imposible and yet this Xander hated our society and thought Estermond was rotten, that sounds like an Eel to me. I can not believe what I am reading. I take the next photo and read the note written on the back.