The Phantom Of The Opera Don Juan Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What’s happening here? Diego, you better start talking els…” “Else what! Else what Bianca?” - Diego yelled back at me. Diego has never yelled at me, not once. “Oh, darling, did you really think Diego ever loved you?” - Juana. Juana drawls, slipping on one of his shirts. “Such a fool you are, Bianca.” Not just my fingers—I'm trembling all over now. “Th-This is a joke, right? It’s all just a prank, right?” My voice comes out in a plea as I look on at their mocking gazes.

The bathroom door creaked, Kiara heard footsteps walking towards the kitchen, and then her eyes fell across him. Her mouth dropped. He was freshly shaved, bathed, and had her white towel tied around his waist. He was 6ft tall, had green eyes, and had dirty blonde hair. He smirked. "You're awake?" "Who the hell are you?" Kiara asked, her hands flew to cover her naked body. "There's no need to be scared. I am Don Julio." He said. "I am not a criminal they claimed I am. I was framed for a murder that I never committed."

Adonis Dellucci, my heart hurts so badly. The images of Adonis came to her head in a clearer picture, remembering their time together. Caitrona, I don't like you! The word twirls in her head as she slowly falls unconscious. **** Adonis was going through his old belonging when a knock was heard from his door. "Come in!" he briefly announced. Juan Immediatdiately walks in. "Young Master, Signorina Caitrona's friend called..." He didn't let Juan finish his sentence. "Get out! In the future, her business don't concern me." he coldly speaks.

The voice continue enchanting. "Revenge is nocking on your door, I see killings but beware, I see you ended up killing her" And it was portrayed as Juan is being stabbed with the claws of unknown wolf

] ‘Juliette’ Gino jumped at the sound of Romero’s voice and felt his heart drop when he saw his men were captured and he was alone, ‘Oh guarda ecco che arriva il bel ragazzo per la sua ragazza prostituta. Capisco la tua attrazione amico mio, è un bel po' di figa ma in realtà non è un fottuto Don, solo una patetica puttana del cazzo.' [Oh look here comes the pretty boy for his whoring girlfriend. I understand your attraction my friend, she’s a hot bit of pussy but really she’s not a fucking Don, just a pathetic fucking whore.]

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

The man wants to step back to look under the bed, but before he can, Don Giovanni makes that horrible gargling sound again, regaining the man’s attention. “You better give me something old man. If you do not help us and our man finds the treasure your boy and the girl are both as good as dead” the man says. Don Giovanni sounds desperate to say something, but that horrible choking sound is the only thing that comes out of his mouth. He coughs a few times to clear the liquid from his throat, but that only makes it worse, sending him into a coughing fit.

Catalina Maria. I have been in the same spot since they brought me to this bedroom. That was last night. I have not moved a limb, nor have I said a word. I’ve just sat here thinking about two things. What Lucas has done and what my life has become. That man… he is the Don of Maython City. The same one people say has a heart of thorns and the fury of a thousand men. Just looking into his eyes, I saw silver shards of something, and from the mannerless rust in his voice, I knew—I was doomed.

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

The bouquet filled the car with a sweet scent that calmed me a fraction. My phone rang halfway there, it was an anonymous number. I answered and put the phone on speaker. “Come posso aiutarti, bastardo?” How can I help you, bastard? “How dare you, Diavolo?” Dante’s voice came through, ragged with smoke and fury. “Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.”