Novel & Cerita Tío Tomás

Miguel felt the shape of the answer settling into place. Don Rafael’s voice was low in his ear: “Tomas is here”. Miguel said nothing. Near the disturbed ground, a small man stood quietly. Tomas. A Bribri tracker from the indigenous villages deeper in the mountains. Rafael had already summoned him the moment Miguel was called. Tomas crouched beside the soil like a man listening to a conversation. He sniffed the broken branch, the disturbed under-foliage. Miguel approached. “What do you see?”

They hugged each other happily after a long time of seeing each other. "How have your been Sofia?" Maria asked. "Yo lo he estado haciendo bien y tu?" Sofia asked. "I have been stressed after my husband died so, I am not doing very well." Maria replied after they sat down. "I'm so sorry for his death, it must be so hard for you to cope. Como esta maestro Felipe?" "Philip is doing fine...he hardly showed his emotions after the burial. He has been working a lot lately and he hasn't spoken to me for three days."

"What is your name?" "Tomas." "Tomas. How did the old Council leader find you?" Tomas's face twisted with pain. "He captured my village. Three moons ago. He took everyone. The old, the young, the sick. He said he would kill them one by one until someone agreed to deliver his message. I volunteered." "You volunteered to save your village." "I volunteered because I heard stories about you. About what you did to the old Council. About how you freed the corrupted half-bloods." Tomas looked up at her, his eyes bright with desperate hope. "I thought if anyone could help us, it would be you."

Tomas, on the other hand? Tomas is a man-whore. No better way to say it. That male will screw anything with legs and a pulse—and sometimes more than one at a time. We’ve had to drag him out of dorm rooms so many times I’ve lost count. He turned 21 this summer and hasn’t found his mate either. Not that he’s worried. Says he’ll find her “whenever” and until then, he’s gonna have “fun.” He figures he could die on a mission tomorrow, so why not enjoy everything until then?

"Why do you hate her so much?" "I don't know! She's- she's everything I'm not. She's smart and pretty and she's got a clean past and a perfect family. She just gets everything without even having to try. It's just so... aargh!" "Infuriating?" "Hell, yeah." "Don't worr-" "Are you Hugo Schneider?" asked a guy with black hair and tattoos, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth and shades covering his eyes. He wore a marble fang on a long silver chain, and looked vaguely familiar.

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." He stopped questioning her and merely gazed at Paolo's features. They were probably very similar. Luciano quietly recalled his features and the dead Dante's features. All three were tall, with deep-set eyes and eyebrows, straight noses, and blue pupils, features that gave them the same cold, unfeeling air. Would Tanya want to kill him in the future, just like how she killed Paolo? He was now a bastard who had killed his father. Would she take his life? …

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

“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.

His IQ was well over 115. Alessio Mariano, an Italian beau. His hazel eyes stood out anywhere and his culinary skills were mind-blowing. With strong recommendations under his alias, Maximo Baresi, he could get any high paying job in any establishment he wanted to go to. Restaurant and hotel owners were ready to drop a chef for Maximo Baresi to come work with them, he was an enigma in the kitchen. Given his lovely charms and gentlemanly ways, he owned the women in any organization that he wanted to infiltrate and they were putty in his hands. Alessio Mariano is a gay man.