Niño Adorable Del Ex Novels & Stories

I chuckled as we went inside their house. Northon Delgado is the eldest; he was born a minute early than Easton and 2 minutes early than Weston. Northon is reckless and careless but still, with his looks, I'm betting my money that he's going to be one hell of a perverted playboy in the near future. Easton Delgado is the "middle child". He's the boy with sleek hair and glasses. He's the "smart" and "serious" one. He kind off defines the meaning of "beauty and brains."

“You’re late.” “Traffic,” I lied, before turning to Carolyn. “This is Carolyn Okoli. My friend.” My father’s eyes narrowed. His handshake with the senator beside him paused for a beat. Just long enough to signal: this wasn’t in the plan. Carolyn smiled, polite and composed. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Thank you for having me.” My mother gave her the once-over. “Of course, dear. What a lovely dress.” Translation: Not designer. Not expensive enough.

He smiled and extended his hand as if to be rather pleasant. "Hello Miss Moretti, I am Nico Delgado." I said as I observed the different rings on his fingers and gave him a handshake. "Hello," I said. "Nico is my youngest son, and he is twenty-one years old. The elder is your fiance, Marco stated while observing me. Future spouse. As I came to terms with my destiny, the foreign term whirled around in my head and startled me once again. Shit. I wanted to go for a run, but I am unable.

"Ciao, my beautiful wife. I know that you already know who I am so there's no need for an introduction. I know that I don't deserve to be with you because of all the pain I made you go through. But that doesn't mean I can't claim what's mine. I already told you that I can go crazy when someone takes what's mine because whatever is mine is ONLY MINE. And you, my dear Gianna, are my beloved wife. So you are to stay with me for better and for worse. I'm coming for you because you are mine, only MINE. And as for this fucker, I killed him because he betrayed me. That's the least of what I can do when someone separates me from what's mine. He is not who you think he is, my darling wifey. Take care

She turned, pretending to scan the room, and I whispered a description so she could pick him out. "Wow." She straightened. "Wow." I had to laugh. "That hottie is Nikko’s cousin?" She glanced around, making sure Galev or anyone else wasn’t eavesdropping. "The few times I went to Viana, I never met him. Or did I? How did I miss him in the elevator?" I laughed again. "Maybe? I don’t know. Let me think." She sighed. "Whatever. The point is…" She turned again to admire him. "He’s gorgeous, Delu. My God." Her tone amused me. "Wait. Is he the one who lives with your… ex?" Her face turned serious. "Ex, right?"

“It’s that guy, isn’t it? The one who smiled at you. You know him.” I’m surprised that he noticed, but I guess Filippo was staring at me. Nothing escapes Adriano’s eagle eyes. “What did he do to you?” Adriano’s voice turns harder, his eyes more intense and darker. “He’s... um, he’s my ex, Filippo.” A sob rocks my body, but I can finally breathe again. Adriano is like my anchor to this world. I have to focus on him. On his eyes. On his mouth. “Okay, and?”

As he lifted a shoebox filled with Evalina’s old documents, a brown envelope slipped out and spilled its contents. Among the papers, an old photo lay exposed: a much younger Evalina stood beside a man with an unfamiliar but eerily recognizable face. On the back of the photo, handwritten in black ink: “If I can’t have her, no one can.” Hunter’s blood ran cold. He recognized that handwriting. Only one name came to his mind: Aaron. The man who vanished without a trace. The man who was once dangerously close to Evalina—until his affection turned into obsession. --- Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Claire wheeled Evalina into the NICU for the first kangaroo care session. The nurse helped her sit

Things between Leona and him did not have to change that. "Do you have any children?" The girl broke his train of thought. He let out a full blown smile. "Yup just one special girl, her name is Araceli Rafaella Delgado." —

He tried to digest Jerrald's words. "Wait..." Jerrald opened his mouth again. His forehead wrinkled as if he was thinking of something. He looked back at Niguel. "Looks like that old bastard doesn't have any children. How can Pah-dreh match me with his child?" "Old bastard?? We're still talking about the same person, aren't we?" "Of course, Pah. That old man, Leonel Addison, the man who loves young ladies—" "No-no-no!" Niguel shook his head. He waved his hands vigorously. "Don't cuss at him anymore, son. Please. It's for your good."

Her mascara had smudged, and her cheeks were red with more than just crying. Zee walked in wearing her oversized shirt and looked surprised. “Whoa. What happened? You look like a mess.” “I saw his face,” Nina said, voice hoarse. “Whose face?” “Him. X. The masked man.” Zee’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding. Who was it?” Nina stared at her for some seconds, her voice barely above a whisper. “Adrian. My ex’s brother.” “What?” Zee gasped. “Are you freaking serious?”