Señor Tenebroso Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was shaking my head again but he responded by nodding his head and stilling the movements of my head, "it all stops today, right at this moment. I don't have the patience to deal with it, my little star, not even the least bit of patience. I'm not an angel, never have been and never will be. I would hope that you know that much about me but I've kept my true self hidden from your innocent eyes your entire life because I really did enjoy the innocent relationship that crossed those blurred lines." He let go of my face, his hands now on the tray, "I'm a bad man, Nastassia. The kind of bad they write about in horror movies and the kind of bad they have locked up in cells on foreign islands un

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

He only but growls as he grunts, "You do know what is happening here?" Well, did I not say that the man is dumb, "My dear Connor, I would not be asking if I knew myself. Now, what is this thing that you are mumbling about?" "The Darkness." I look at him and only but shake my head, "Yes, we all know it is dark, my dear man, it turned evening an hour ago if you perhaps missed it." He only snaps at me, "I am not referring to that, Sebastian. His eyes." "Well, let me point the obvious," I wave my hand over to where Roberto is almost like hovering over his prey, "The man has dark eyes; we all have seen it."

An hour later Serena was already in the bar, she kept glancing across the room with her almost empty glass infront of her, she cringe as she saw most of the men hungrily feeding their eyes on her with lust, she had danced to her satisfaction and was resting when she saw a man approaching her seat, he was tall with dark hair neatly trimmed and styled, skin tanned even under his shirt, she could see he was in great shape as she picture his bulging muscles, his Abs and six packs. A tingle tickled her core as something told her he would be amazing in bed, and maybe he could make her feel those things Simon could never make her feel. "Looks like your glass is empty" the sexy stranger said, handin

(Mr. Valentino full name is Sean Valentino. So don't be confused.) Author Pov Sinister rolled his eyes at the arrival of his father who took a seat in front of him with a small smile. Sinister looked away annoyed at how much of a disgusting smile that old hag was giving him. "What the fuck is he doing here." He heard the annoying voice of his stepbrother who stepped inside the meeting room and instantly lashed out witnessing Sinister sitting there.

"You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that." Her stomach dropped. He stepped into the light, shadows dancing across his face. "Alonso Delgado never made it past his twentieth birthday. I did." She couldn’t breathe. "What?" He moved closer, until the poker nearly touched his chest. "I’m Esteban. Esteban Gallego." The name struck her like lightning. The Gallegos; rivals of the Delgados. Ruthless. Vicious. Responsible for the massacre in Medellin.

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

Then he settled one hand on the table while the other was in his pocket. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked, and he continued to bore me. "What is it that you can make go away?" "Tesoro, everything—the pain, the rage. You can be free of it all. I am that good." This individual exudes death, danger, and everything else associated with the sentiment "Don’t fuck with me." His eyes are opaque, which makes it difficult to decipher the expression on his face. He had a strong jawline, something that wasn’t difficult to notice. His characteristics were exceptionally dominant. It’s as if he doesn’t have a heart or a soul. Everything about him screams "Devil, evil, Diablo." He is the embodiment of all thre