Pedro Pascal Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Luca looked at him pitifully, knowing he was going to reveal another unbelievable truth. “A miscarriage. I never touched Passion, Pedro. Not in a sexual way. We never slept together. That baby wasn't mine. She said it belonged to some guy called Stefano,” he revealed. Pedro opened his mouth to rebuke him, but then his heart dropped as he experienced a brief flashback. As he was experiencing this flashback, a message entered into the phone Niko was holding. Niko drew closer to Luca, and crouched so he was next to him.

And like as if there was this unspoken greeting between them, Alphonso excused himself. "I would like to take my fiancé out of here as she is not a big fan of parties." Pascal smiled. "Oh of course, Her social battery dies too quickly." Alphonso stopped to that. "And how exactly would you know that?" Pascal only grinned in response. "I know, you know how" With that he turned and disappeared in the crowd of people. Then all of a sudden he began to laugh. "Pascal is THE ex husband?" I was surprised at his reaction.

It was Pablo who grinned at the glaring man and innocently walked in, in the company of his sister, his mother and the Don. When Mario felt the new presence that entered into the ward, he looked away and beamed to see Pascal. Carrying his plastic bowl in his hand, he was once again making a great dash. “Grandpa!” Hayes had never seen the Don before and as he observed him closely, he could see the prominent features Pablo had was inherited from his father. “I see you’re having quite the moment yourself huh” Pascal smiled as he had the boy in his arms and the child giggled guiltily.

“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?”

Thought Phedra Elizabeth to herself. "Or maybe I read so many stories that I'm paranoid." Phedra Elizabeth gently touched her cheek with a strong slap. It's true to accept the shameless arrangement of the superiors." "Normally fantasy games come across powerful, dynamic systems? No response. This is fine. Jailbreak." Is the concept of those who are passionate about love stories. [Requires the owner to complete the character.] "Nothing has appeared yet, if not every day I see it as if having intercourse with the gods. Talking through brain waves." Quietly thinking, ignoring the words that were going around in his head.

Pascal leaned in, slightly, eyes scanning the hallway as if expecting hidden spies. “Closer.” He whispered, motioning for Mark and Viola to move toward him. Once they huddled in, he dropped his voice to a near-whisper. “It’s Gifted.” “What?!” Mark and Viola exclaimed at the same time, their voices echoing off the hallway in shock. “Shhh.” Pascal shushed, eyes darting nervously around the hall. A few people looked over, mildly curious but soon lost interest and returned to their affairs. Mark leaned in and asked tentatively. “Pascal, are you sure? You’ve been acting weird since we got here. You’re definitely in shock from Lucas getting shot so you’re just saying anything.”

He strode into the living room, nodding briefly to acknowledge everyone present before walking straight over to his brother. Then, Pascal stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes drifted past Pedro and landed on the figure of Nyxara resting quietly on the sofa. Pascal froze, the color draining from his face as he stared at her features. He looked like he was staring straight at a ghost from twenty years ago. Pascal swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a shaky whisper as he turned his head to look at his brother. "Pedro... is that…" "Yes," Pedro interrupted quietly, cutting him off with a heavy nod. "She just collapsed. We are waiting on the results now."

I asked Pascal as tears left my eyes without my consent and ran down my cheeks. I can’t believe that this was happening to me again. That someone was choosing to gamble with my heart again, to see if I was worthy of them. I am truly an idiot. What exactly was I expecting from the rich and famous? Why did I think that he would not handle my heart as he handled his businesses? Pascal’s POV: I watched as tears ran down her cheeks. I wanted to explain but the words were stuck in my mouth. Everything that I rehearsed as justification just flew out the window as I watched her break against her will, as she struggled to hold it up together.

“Must those men need to stay there?” “Of course,” Falstad smiled. “There must be scattered survivors around the castle, and we are giving them hope. In times of need, these people need hope the most princess.” Though he was smiling, it gave off a creepy chill as if he meant no sincerity in his words. These people are for him to step on in his rise to power, and the prized jewel to the throne rides beside him.

PASCAL Immediately Tahlia and Grinda left his building, Joan rushed out of her hiding place, she had been hiding all along in one of the enormous shelves in the parlour. The two were having a cruel discussion about how to destroy Tahlia and Grinda when they suddenly showed up in front of his door. “Don’t tell me that show of absolute falsehood has gotten to you so fast?” Joan inquired in irritation, glaring angrily at the beaming pascal. Pascal shook his head slowly in uncertainty, at this point he didn’t know what to think. He knew the girls were using him to have their own fun but he also knew they weren’t as evil as joan.