Pedro Lee Novels & Stories

I mumbled. “I know.” He admitted. “But things are changing slowly. One of my main responsibilities is to hold the family together, and for many people that means keeping the traditional rules. If I overturned everything all of a sudden, they would want to remove me. And I am a Rivera, only Riveras can be the Don.” “It’s not like you’re very progressive yourself.” I commented. “I’m learning, Bella.” "Who are you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Mariano Lionelli Montefiore Rivera. Google it, Bella." He said without blinking.

Creed shrugged walking away from the awkward circle we all stood in toward the door “ yeah I’ll carry her bags to the car then Alex can load them into the plane.” Ryan huffed picking up the bags that Creed placed by the door before walking out “ wait! Did you say plane?” I pouted crossing my arms across my chest “ Yes, will that be a problem?” Alex asked, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised. He stood with his legs apart probably because of all his muscles. He's wearing a black hoodie with jeans and his hair is messy as always. He looks at me with suspicion

She gripped his hand. "That sounds like fun, Lee." He seemed to relax. "Tomorrow is Friday; how is that?" "Can I ask you a question first?" "Certainly." "What's your full name?" He gave her a twisted smile. "I'm so sorry. I've asked you out for a date and you know nothing about me." The bus rounded the corner and Tory's smile dropped. "Let me introduce myself before that bus whisks you away. I'm Leandro Eduardo das Torres...or just Lee Torres." He frowned and cocked his head, standing with her hand still clasped in his. So, give me your phone number and I'll call you later tonight."

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Hunter insisted. “Okay, one extra cigarette won't kill me.” Pedro Ceasar pulled open his draw and got up. He took a packet of his cigarette and raised his hands in surrender. “Today would have been my twenty-one days of smoking under ten but, who really cares right? I mean it's just one cigarette extra.” Hunter and Joe exchanged looks. Hunter then reached over the desk and took the packet out of Pedro's hand. “Just go stand outside, man.” Pedro raised a finger. “I prefer that and I'm sure my wife will too.” He said and then left the office and closed the door behind him.

Pedro reminded him, turning back to Luciano, his expression darkened as his eyes fixed on Luciano raging. “I'll kill you!” Luciano growled and managed to shrug the two men off him and rose to his feet ready to pounce on Pedro when a single kick in the gut from Pedro sent him flying and landed heavily on the ground. Wincing in pain, Luciano fisted the wet grass tightly as his head lifted. The pain was there, however he managed to conceal it. His enemy was now known, Pedro Ramirez was his number one enemy.

I just repaid him and you're here barking like a deraged dog" Lewis retored and slience stepped Edwardo Dennis,the real owner of the graveyard cartel. He's the most fierce drug lord in Germa The competition got too rough for him and on a shoot out with the police he lost his two legs. He got disabled and that alone required a new mafia As at then Lewis was only 14years of age. He got Lewis tried and before long, Lewis Flyheart was a badàss àss kicke But, Lewis did all that for a reason;A reason best known to them bo

“Keeps saying things like, ‘The witch is watching’ and ‘Tell her I’m sorry.’ It’s like he’s stuck in another world. But sometimes… he speaks in Tagalog. Even though he never learned it.” Leonora’s brow furrowed. “What was his deployment history?” “He was here. In Luzon. Late ‘40s. Some recon missions in areas we never got the full files on. He wouldn’t talk much. Just said some villages were cursed ground.” Pedro looked up at that. “Where is he now?” “Back in Clark. I brought a jeep and fuel. We can leave whenever you’re ready.” Leonora didn’t hesitate. “Give me fifteen minutes.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”