Novel & Cerita Rico Kruz

He didn't say a word, instead, he buried his face on the crook of my neck and hell how warm it felt. I could hear the nosy people whispering to themselves but I paid no attention to them. Even the bouncers that were supposed to be here the very moment Cyrus punched Dylan just made their grand entrance. What a waste of money this club has to pay for their irresponsible employees. "Cyrus." I saw Cyrene behind Cyrus and she just nodded at me while Cyrus didn't respond to her. He seemed to be lost in his own world.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I would go through a lot of inhumane torture every day and it would be worse anytime he was annoyed. Tonight, there was supposed to be a festival in the pack, while serving the crowd, I came across the Alpha of the pack and unexpectedly I felt an uncanny connection with him. Before I could scramble away afraid he might notice, I was stopped by his rejection. He had also noticed. I had thought that at least, he was going to accept me, but then it turned out that I was living in a fantasy world. Thinking about all this, the tears in my eye became intense as it flowed down like a river. Never was I going to be able to heal in this lifetime.

"Yeah. That one." Cruz took the margarita from my hand and set it on a nearby table. Then he stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, swaying his body to the music, too. Then he leaned down and kissed the tender skin of my neck just under my ear. "That's River's. He likes motorcycles." Then he turned his attention back to my neck again. "What about the Red Moon?" "The Blood Moon?" he corrected, kissing my neck again. "Uh huh." I was suddenly having a hard time remembering what I was talking about.

This is just a challenge, I can get through this. I can get through Mister Kiel Alexandro Ramirez.

Cruz bragged. "Did I forget to mention that I fucked over a thousand bitches in the first half of this year? That's Cruz Westham! Now that I told you who I am, why don't you tell me who the fuck are you? I'm a genius, a perfectionist, a CEO, a Surgeon, and also a Fucker, so tell me who the fuck are you, Jessica Vegas! Who the hell do you think you are?" Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief.