Rex Salazar Novels & Stories

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through

Valerian announced, his voice echoing across the plaza, “there will be no division. Our people are free to walk where they wish, to trade, to visit, to love, without fear of conflict.” “And,” Alexandro continued, “let this day be remembered not for battle, but for forgiveness. We’ve all lost much—but today, we gain something far greater: peace.” A thunderous cheer broke out. For hours, the festival continued. People danced, sang, and told stories of the courage of Serena and the miracle of her return. They spoke of the broken curse, the downfall of the dark sorcerers, and the unity forged through fire. As dusk fell, Alexandro and Serena quietly withdrew from the crowd, returning to the palac

Xavier: Rosalyn’s call came earlier than I expected. Her tone was crisp but steady. That always meant something was wrong. “Alpha,” she said, “I’ve reviewed the contracts your Luna has with Lorenzo. There were irregular clauses embedded, but Elias spotted them before they were finalized. The investor didn’t take it well. He is not signing and he is convinced that we are doing him wrong, claiming the contracts have been made by Maxine.” “Did he threaten her?” I asked, voice tightening.

Salazar replied jovially, the hint of an edge to his voice that Miguel couldn't quite place. "A pleasure indeed, Mr. Salazar," Ximena said smoothly, extending her hand in greeting. "Glad you could make it. It has been quite a while since we had the time to talk, isn't it?" Salazar's smile tightened just a fraction. "Ah, yes. These last few months have been rather busy. But you know how it is, balancing the demands of the board and our external relations can be… exhausting." Miguel smiled back with his face pleasant but his eyes piercing. "I can imagine so. Especially with all the unexpected challenges that keep cropping up. Timing can be everything, wouldn't you say?"

Dad asks from the door. “Yes, just finished the last few touches,” grandma smiles. “Sirena said it’s time, let’s head on to the garden and start,” dad looks to me, struck by his little girl. “Remi Esmeray Dawson, my gorgeous daughter, you will do great things in your life, I always knew you were going to be special,” My dad wiped a hand down his face to stop before he cried in front of everyone. “Is Wyatt down there already?” I asked dad.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

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

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.”