Tomás Novels & Stories

The man asked with a smile, my panties dropped in shock. "Yes they are, by the way, he is Josh Qerno, a conductor of this ship, that big Fera in front of you is his Bosom Fera which is called Wind Capricorn." Introduction of Santos Esmeralda to the conductor of this ship and his Bosom Fera? What could that be? [BOSOM FERA- FAMILIARS] We bow as a sign of respect. "They are Sephtis Kali Picosa, Vita Guia Picosa, Lucian Picosa, the three of them are brothers, while the man behind them is Xavier Inugami Luzslo, their friend." Introducing Santos Esmeralda to us, the man bowed.

“Tomas helped. I know you're going to refuse.” She stared at me like I was a demon disguised in daughter form. “I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you’re into, but thank you. I’ll use it for my medicine, my cat and my grandchildren.” “Tell your cat she owes me.” Tomas was already waiting inside, balancing a bag of empanadas on one arm while sketching blueprints of the room layout on his tablet. Still technically living with his parents—but not for long. “You sure about the furniture?” he asked, as I passed him one of the plants.

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

"Why." It wasn't a question, but a demand. I exhaled through my nose. There was no version of this where I got to skip the explanation, so I gave it to them plainly. "Tomas was ambushed on his shift at the Eastern border last night," I said. "The beast tore him open before he even had a chance to shift." Bram was on his feet before I'd finished the sentence, his chair scraping hard against the stone. "Tore him open, how?"

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“You know as well as anybody that our father hates seeing me there, so it’s just better if I stay here, don’t you think? I smiled at him. I’ve been thinking of my problem, but mine isn’t even compared to his. Luca, my favourite brother and just two years older than me. He’s kind, compassionate, sweet, and, unlike the rest of my brothers, actually loves me. My father’s dislike for him stems from the fact that he is not a ruthless killer like the rest of them. Luca can’t point a gun straight without trembling, and the sight of blood makes him vomit. And my father called him his biggest embarrassment.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

Did Curtis send him? “You are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. CEO of Bristol-Romano International. Your brother is Andros, and you moved here a little over a year ago.” Warning bells start going off in my head as I step back when Andros comes over and moves me away as he hugs the man. “Matteo, let me introduce you. Cass, this is my friend and boss, Matteo DeAngelis.” I blink, looking from my brother to this sex god. He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable.