Pánfilo Novels & Stories

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

That power to make a squeaky voice sound authoritative belonged to just one person, the human leader, the grand commander, General Hannibal Gisco. The stout, bulky, grey headed general paraded the space, separating the twelve thrones made for the elder gods and himself from the rows of wooden benches made for the subjects, carrying an icy chill with each stamp of his foot against concrete floors. The hall fell to a hush, irking Lucian even more. He hated the power they had given the General but in Hannibal's case, he could understand why. The other Lortals was a different case. Hannibal Gisco was the man the word 'ruthless' had been crafted for. He never spoke too often or minced words durin

"I-I'm Phil. Phil Page." Alejandro stalks over to him like a wolf—nice and slow with dark intentions in his eyes. He shakes Phil's hand and smiles forcibly; he has a good four to five inches on Phil's height, and Phil realizes how badly he messed up when he can't even level his eyes with Alejandro's. "Alejandro Quintanilla," he replies coldly. Phil gulps, avoiding Alejandro's stare. Their handshake lasts a very long time. I can see Alejandro tightening his hand around Phil's hand. It gets to a point where Phil pulls away and stretches out his fingers; they're reddened against his pale skin.

Grandpa had a lot of staff in his mansion—understandable, considering how huge this place was. “Yes, I met him. So he’s your right-hand man here at the hacienda? He looks so young—and his eyes, Grandpa, they don’t look Filipino at all.” I grabbed a sandwich from the table—I didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now. Pablo’s eyes were this striking ocean green. The moment you saw him, you could tell he wasn’t fully Filipino. He was also very tall—definitely had foreign blood. I wonder who left him at the hacienda when he was a baby?

Napangiwi ako dahil doon at walang magawa kundi ay umupo sa tabi ni Lorenzo. "Since you have no time to know the members of special A because Lorenzo is eager to solo you, now we have time to get to know each other," sabi ni Chief Franco habang nakangisi. I don't really like his creepy smile. Nadinig ko naman na napa hissed si Lorenzo. "I'm Jay Hambre. Nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to work with you," sabi ko habang nakangiti. "I'm Gilbert Flores," he said.

My eyes followed the thin trail of hairs down to his abs and I tried to stop my desire but the mere sight of his sculpted stomach was driving my hormonal body crazy. I was practically drooling as my eyes went even further and looked at the highly defined v line, or as Jessalyn liked to call it, “penis pointers”. I wondered what lay beneath the simple sweatpants that he was wearing and if it weren't for the fact that I felt his hand moving down to my ass, I would've gotten lost in thoughts.

I ask Bruno and he agrees. I nod my head at Luke and Callum before I crouch down and look him in the eyes, “What is your real name?” Bruno gives me a smile, “One would think that a brilliant personal investigator like you would have already figured that out.” I give Simon the signal to take the food and bear away but Bruno yells out, “Fine! Costa Perez. Now can i please get a fucken bite!” I nod to Simon who gives him a bite of food and we wait for him to finish, “Who do you work for?” Costa looks at me then Simon, “I want a sip of that beer next. Mateo Santiago Fernandez the gang lord of Mexico. Beer. Come!”

“Because I know his weakness.” Santiago narrowed his eyes. “Which is?” The Vulture smiled, that patient, knowing smile of a man who holds the blade just behind his back. “A woman.” Santiago laughed. "Everyone knows about that Slave girl." “Yes,” the Vulture said, voice like a slow draw of poison. “But she is the one he cannot breathe without. The one he would burn the world for.” He stepped closer, his tone almost intimate now. “Her name is Emilia Romano.”

No different from Alfred, she answered every question Conal posed very competently. The last man is probably a private person. He timidly introduced himself as Phelan Mark. His hair is light brown, and his face is unremarkable. Although he was slow to answer, he was meticulous. Although it took time, it was a point that Conal quite liked. Because people like Phelan Mark are conscientious and responsible every time they work, the work is also less prone to errors.

sabi ni sir Ephialtes at umalis na ng room. Si sir Ephialtes pala ay isang grade 9 student. May lahi din syang Greeko pero taga Athens siya, at malamang Athenian naman ang pinag mulan ng lahi niya. Hindi katulad ko na taga Sparta, at syempre Spartan. "Hey, tumitibok ang puso ni Paris. Ayieee!" kantyaw ni Ethan na narinig ng buong klase. Malakas ko siyang binatukan, “Pinag sasasabi mo dyan?”