Pedro Pascal Audiobook Novels & Stories

“They’re not very fond of me. They are going to leave you a message pretty soon.” I thought that raised a couple of questions. “Firstly, How do you know this?” Pascal leaned back on the hood of my car before he answered. I moved closer to him, now more engaged than I had been. “I’m old, Mark, very old”, he started. “I can assure you that you don’t understand how much yet. Anyway, you don’t get to be this old without picking up a few things.” He finished, gesturing with both hands to himself in a rather gratuitous manner.

His grey eyes looked at me with a mixture of teasing and judgment, that all-too-familiar lopsided smile already perched on his face. I clucked, trying to reach back for my pen, but he just lifted it higher. "Give it back, Pascha." "Wait." He tilted his head, looking at the scribbled page I'd made. "What is this?" I tried to pull out my book, but again, he was faster. "Nothing." Pascha raised one eyebrow, then read aloud. "'Three ways to kill a Romanov without leaving a trace.'" He paused for a moment, then looked at me with an amused expression. "You're planning something I should know about?"

“Christiana. I read about your launches, your partnership with Alejandro…, your designs. Impressive. Very impressive. I didn’t know you had built something so… global.” Pride flickered across her face, quickly masked by suspicion. “Why are you looking into me, Pascal?” He grinned, leaning back. “Because I like to know who I’m dealing with. And because…” he paused dramatically, his gaze sliding to me before returning to her, “… want to help.” I stiffened. “Help?”

Pascal said, his words heavy with malice as he spoke, "Pascal you animal, you'll know no peace," Don Pablo yelled, his voice heavy with anger as he glared at Pascal.

Pedro snorted at Lucas, "Of course, people like you are not allowed to appear in Northern Desolate City!" Lucas wanted to laugh. He did wanted to laugh. He had met a lot of stupid persons since he transmigrated to this world. But it was the first time that he had met stupid people like Pedro. "But I've already appeared. What are you going to do?" Lucas said lightly. Pedro looked at his calm and indifferent face with anger rushing out from the top of his head. Pedro shouted at Lucas again, "I'll let you go now!" Lucas smiled faintly. But there was no change on his delicate and smooth face.

she replies, her tone solemn as she focuses her eyes on Bruno. I see Pedro walk across the room and take steps closer to Fernando. I know he doesn't go up to him to say hello. That's to be expected. Pedro walks past him and heads toward the drawers of the table next to the bed. I watch as he starts rummaging through Bruno's belongings, but he doesn't take out his phone or keys. Pedro has a piece of paper with notes, but I can't read it because of the distance.

He hugged her tightly, his small arms squeezing around her neck, then crawled across the bed to Nikolai, who had been sitting quietly on the other side, book resting on his knee. “Night, Dad,” Pascal mumbled, wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s neck. Nikolai hugged him back, one hand steady on Pascal’s back. “Night, buddy. But wait…” Pascal pulled back just enough to look up, blinking slowly. “What?” Nikolai reached for the book Tiana had set aside. “One more story. Short one. Dad’s turn.” Pascal’s eyes lit up despite the yawn. “Really?” “Really,” Nikolai said. He opened the book to a different page, one they hadn’t reached yet, and began reading in a low, steady voice.

Wide, old and patient. "Tell me the full thing," Paz says. "The whole history. What Pren found. What the Rome records might mean." Her voice has changed. Not upset. The specific shift of someone who has been given a piece of information that makes the map larger and is already trying to see the new edges. "All of it." So Elena tells her. And when Elena runs out of what she knows I take the phone. "Hi," I say. "Hi," Paz says. "How are you?" I say.

" Densel walked over to Don Pedro and whispered something into his ears. Ofcause, I have no reason to doubt him. I knew the money would be complete. Don Pedro goes into one of his rooms in his big mansion. Even though the mansion was not a match with that of Don Diego, you could see how much money he had from it anaesthetics.

Eyes wide and with a small gasp she gazed around her, looking at the sea of broken, old and empty chairs placed on either side of the aisle she was slowly walking upon. She could feel the cold ground beneath her bare feet with each step, looking at the grey soiled and torn down dress covering her body, watching its tulle frails trailing in the dirt until she finally set one dirtied foot upon the wooden pedestal, feeling a warm hand grab ahold of her wrist and pull her closer. Raising her sight, her lips parted as she found herself gazing at his heavily painted face, those dark brown eyes shadowed by the top hat adorning his head.