Señor Tenebroso Novels & Stories

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

"Fighting me won't solve anything, Scorpion. Save your goddamn energy, I think we have a common enemy now." I grimaced, struggling to break free of his grasp. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Romano’s purple eyes hardened. "Fernando. He used me and discarded me like a piece of trash. And knowing what I know about him and his deadly sexual kinks, I can tell you that. He is torturing your beauty right now; you were a fool for willingly giving her to him," he remarked. "That pendejo is a beast in bed, he makes sure he inflicts pain on the lady, he is into that awful BDSM shit."

Jun said taking his bag and searching the contents. “You could just have asked. I don’t have any weapons inside”. She looked into the bag confused. “Then what are all those inside?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked taking his bag back. “Jun let him be” the same man called from behind. Again he was seated really relaxed on the couch, without a care in the world. “Close the door. The music gives me a headache”. The girl closed the door. “We haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Takahiro”.

We rolled in at twilight, sun bleeding behind the mountains, dust devils dancing. Twenty Sinaloa soldiers in tan armor, AKs loose, skull paint on their faces. Three black Suburbans idling behind them. Their boss stepped out last: Mateo “El Santo” Valdez—6’5”, 280 pounds of muscle and money, gold-plated Desert Eagle on his hip, white guayabera open, Santa Muerte inked huge across his chest. Smile like a shark on two legs. He opened his arms. “Riven Kane. La Reina Fantasma.

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

he added, trying to explain to me everything in a short but precise manner. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes close. Why am I even this worried for this man to the point that I don't need to pretend because it just came out so naturally? He is the well known Sain Czar Ildefonso, he is merciless, ruthless, and a notorious mafiaso. He is dangerous, defending himself will be easy for him. I shouldn't get worried. "Alright..." I breath out. "But we need to go to the hospital, Cassinno is bleeding"

he says and kisses my shoulder, I shiver from his touch! "how long have I been unconscious?" I ask and look at him when he turns his head and looks at the watch. "Almost for a whole day!" he says and I had guessed it by the sight of it being morning when we were in the forest and now it's morning again. Then I remember Sam telling me Aziel was a feared Mafia boss, does it mean he is bad or why does he have that reputation? I can understand he can seem frightening especially when he is angry then what has he done to others to get that reputation?

**ELENA'S POV** The guy with the creepy smile blocked the exit and stepped closer, bringing with him the smell of cheap cologne and tobacco. I guess I could call him Mr. Creepy Smile. “Curious cats,” the tattooed guy chuckled, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for another kill. “We know what happens to them.” I'll call him Mr. Gold-Tooth. I let my lips curl as I replied to him. “They tend to take someone with them.”

Long, black hair fell past his shoulders, framing his face unevenly making him look battle hardened. Before she could speak, he spoke. “You must be Luz’s girl. I am Mestre Escuro.” The name caught her off guard. She immediately recognized him as the king of the Corrompido, the one who took Luz from her. “Oh– hello,” she said uncertainly and gaze toward the tent flap, uncertain if she should call for Luz or not. “It is alright,” Mestre Escuro said soothingly. “You aren’t in trouble. I am actually glad you are here.” Amelia looked had him slightly surprised. “Behind every good man, is a strong woman,” Mestre Escuro said casually. “I think having something to fight for will do Luz a world of go

"I repeat, I am not an easy enemy, Valerie Wills. Remember that I put you through the hellish life you have enjoyed at the hands of my fake grandson!" "Well, it's sad to say that you can no longer terrify me with that past, Signor Eldifonso. I fear nothing, but seeing a demon like you sitting on a throne, taking advantage of all the things you thought you could have. You are a greedy demon who wants to devour everyone. And I will block you in every possible way you go through!" "That's why I am telling you to stop dreaming that you can bring me down! Because no one can and will do that to me. My name is Eldifonso Suarez, you might have forgotten."