Pánfilo Novels & Stories

"B-batis?" "At, at alam mo ba, may nakilala akong pogi–no–gwapo!" namimilog ang mga matang hinarap niya ang babae. "Siya na siguro ang pinakagwapong lalaki na nakilala ko sa tanang buhay ko." "A-ano ang... pangalan niya, Señorita?" "Diego. Juan Diego Velez, iyon ang pagpapakilala niya. Kilala mo ba siya?"

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.”

Argh! "S-Señor I just think to take a nap because I'm too early arrived in our Classroom but I didn't expect that I will fall asleep deeply, sorry Señor." When I apologized, he nodded. "Uhmmm so you are Mr. Picosa, your sure name sounds familiar, oh! I remember, your last name is Òtima Màe Aurelia Picosa, one of the five legendary "5 Sentries" but it's just a surename, I know you can't step on their level." He said to me with a mixture of disdain, I just closed my eyes and clenched my palm and lowered the temperature of my head, that's it! If only he knew who he was talking to, he might be amazed! It's annoying to compare people like this, it's nice to poke them in the face!

The last chair in which a king of Spain was seated. Pacito is the Don of the infamous Tolentino Family in South America. He wore a velvety polo with maroon lining inside his unbuttoned chest part. The chest hair that came out resembled his coffee brown curly hair. His beard and mustache were all shaved off clean. This man is one of the few who should face punishment according to the laws of the Mafia world.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

he replied. "Ambrosia?" "General Antonino Galaden Ambrosias," he promised the general's full name. His name is a little strange to me, but it's probably because he's not Filipino in my eyes. The people I see here in Valeria, they look like they are from eastern and southern Europe. Sometimes there are people who seem to be from the Middle East. I know that the immortals are mixed here because of what Stefano told me, so I wonder what the immortals look like in other kingdoms.

As if reading her thoughts, the strange man introduced himself. “ Uhh hello Mrs kings. My name is Diego Malluma and I was sent by Mr Kings to escort you. And don’t worry, the hotel staff let me in.” He explained with a strong Italian accent. So strong that Emilia had to strain her ears to understand what he was saying. “ Oh, hello sir?” She asked unsure as to how to address him since he was obviously old enough to be her father. “ Diego. Please, call me Diego.” He answered with a friendly smile as Emilia nodded in response.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a