Pedro Pascal Character Novels & Stories

“And a lot more people than you know. I raked death and destruction down on members of the Pack who showed the slightest bit of dissent and support for our enemies. I killed whole families at Jacinta’s word. I don’t blame her for my actions. I only have myself to blame.” My uncle laughed a sad laugh as I saw him for what he truly was. My mother had always implied that Pascal was a weak coward of a man because he refused to take part in Pack leadership. When in truth he was strong. The strongest of us all. Pascal was haunted by his past. He wore his suit immaculately and cleanly, but he’d always feel grimy from the blood he had spilled and the dirty work he had done.

He had humiliated their son by making him apologize to me. Pascal became enraged and told the winfold about the plot when Bruno was given the go-ahead after all attempts to change his mind had failed. When the Don heard of how Pascal had betrayed, The Don wanted to put Pascal to death after finding out of his betrayal, but Bruno intervened and That was only one of the many reasons why everyone, even the Don, thought Bruno was better than Pablo.

She stared at him for a long moment, then nodded. “He mentioned it and said no more about it, but what he never mentioned was getting himself shot today.” Rico inclined his head. With this discovery, he felt it would be easier to bend her to do his will. “Pascal was a good man, my closest ally, but the game he was hooked up in came with too many oppositions. Many people desired him dead. Whoever put that slug in him, isn't only a coward who can't man up to his actions, but a fool; to try to frame me.”

she said, and I let her. After dinner, Dante, Gio, Antonio, and I were on the porch at the back. I updated them on what was going on. “Okay then, we know who we are looking for, so there is no confusion. Pascal and the others will be here in a few days, and we start,” Antonio said, and I looked at him. Pascal wasn't just a security detail. Pascal and his men were demons. They were truly what the world feared. Yes, we were a Mafia family, and Pascal and his team were who we used when we wanted to make a statement.

“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?”

Pedro arrived at the Garcia mansion, his men remained outside while he was ushered inside and guided to the living room "Mr Garcia will be down in a moment," the servant girl informed with a low bow and left the living room Pedro didn't even bother to sit down as scanned the room. The last time he stepped his feet on the Garcia property was when he was just a little boy..now he was a fully grown man Pedro stood by the bookshelf, his eyes fixed on the portrait before him, the Garcias appeared to be an honest family

he reasons out but Joseff just gives him a nod and looks in front again. And Pedro not liking the guy’s reply moves a little forward and extended his right hand. “I am Pierro Ezrael Olivarez, but you can call me Pedro. You are?” Pedro asked even if Joseff seems uninterested. Joseff didn't talk but instead of feeling irritated Pedro smiles and looked around for some things he could use to gain his snob seatmates' attention. And he saw the book that the guy was reading earlier with a name handwritten below.

Pedro exclaimed as he looked at Lucas, "What are you doing? I am the Young Master of the Northern Desolate City's Chevor family!" Lucas didn't understand. He couldn't understand, wondering why people always liked to use their identities to threaten him. "So you think that I won't break your arm because you are the Young Master of the Chevor family?" Lucas looked at Pedro calmly. Hearing this, there was only one thought in Pedro's mind at the moment, which was to run away. He knew that he was no match for Lucas. Immediately, Pedro began to run away crazily at the fastest speed he had ever had.

he moved to crouch in front of Ernesto who was sitting on a pillow, legs crossed, lotus style. “We must get him, compadre. I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it, I swear!” Pascal placed a gnarled hand on Ernesto’s shoulder. “You may want to forgive, Ernesto, but I cannot. Santa Maria dios mío, I could never bear it. That gringo, he came here and disgraced you to your face. Oh,no.” Pascal tut-tutted and shook his head severely. When he raised his eyes to gaze at Ernesto’s face, they were moist.

Fierce, and reckless, and world-sacrificing, and stupid. And beautiful. I see him now. Pascal, i mean; it's like checking out the back of DVD casette and finding that there are even more movies in it than the front promised. Days ago, he was that gentle giant that settled in his seat so quietly all day, answered questions only when they were asked, minded his business and moved with the agility of a weary elephant. Today he's my friend who's freaking out over his attire. I don't realize I'm grinning till i do. I enjoy seeing new parts of people...most times, seeing that they are not one sided 2D characters. It adds more flavour to our existence.