Tonio Jjba Novels & Stories

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

babe, take care of the house, I might be back soon" "can I dress up and accompany you?" Natalia asked, "Don't bother, I will take you out during the weekend" Justino retorted, "okay, take care of yourself, and don't do what I will not do?" Natalia said, Justino was a hard drug dealer, and errand boy for illegal gun runners, his late father was a illegal gun runner, and his mom remarried to a hard drug lord,

Before closing the door, he even reminded me, “I bought your favorite cheesecake. Remember to eat it. If it gets late, go to sleep first. I’ll be back after I meet up with the guys.” His Maybach disappeared into the rainy night. Without hesitation, I immediately got into my car and followed him. At the club, I saw Jane. She was a young girl, her eyes red as she cried softly, looking wronged and pitiful. Tony comforted her with a gentle expression that made me think back to the time when he pursued me. Back then, I was just a poor student who only knew how to bury myself in research. Yet Tony Baldino, the heir of the Baldino family, fell in love with me at first sight.

“Who the hell is that?” “His name is Diego De La Cruz,” Jonathan said carefully. “He’s… he’s not just some random guy. He’s the leader of a cartel, Gabriel. And Antonia’s been working with him.” Gabriel stared at the photos, his mind refusing to process the words. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “This has to be a mistake. Antonia wouldn’t—she couldn’t—”

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.

"One word from you that you intend to move my husband, I won't hesitate to kill you and your dad. I know he is the only one who gives you the power to brag." Jayson's eyes almost widened when he heard from Esteban, how did Esteban know about him and his father? No one knows ordinary people in their work… unless the person he is dealing with now is not an ordinary person. He wondered who Esteban really was and why he was better known as poor and worthless. "Who the hell are you?" Jayson asked him with difficulty. Esteban approached him again and whispered something. "Remember my name… I am Desmond Montecillo. The heir of Montecillo Empire."

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

shirtless with sweat dripping off his body and a towel on his shoulder. I looked away...I don't wanna be caught staring.... again! "He's so hot", I heard Gabby said. I frowned. "Back off, Tonia will rip your head off and you know it", I arched my brow. Tonia?!! Wait, what the fu- Something tore inside my tummy making me go numb. Fuck... I couldn't keep up with the pain. "How's she going?", He asked Tonia. "I don't know, she was fine yesterday, today she's acting all jelly", she replied.

He had never had any guilt about killing anyone. Leila made him feel guilty. Leila made him feel as though he was a mess which he believed he truly was. Trevor staggered back to the bar and brought out another wine glass to pour himself a drink. *********** Anthony sighed as he knocked on the door. He listened intently and when he heard nothing from the other end, his brows furrowed. Normally, Leila never answers him when he knocks but she barely takes a minute to walk to her door. Perhaps, she was sleeping but how long could she be asleep?