Tío Tomás Novels & Stories

no caguis arangades (do not shit herring) que són massa salades (Because they are very salty) caga torrons ( Shit torrones) que són més bons (that are better) Caga tió ( Shit Tió) ametlles i torró (almonds and torrones) si no vols cagar (if you don’t shit be,) et donaré un cop de bastó (I’ll give you a whack) Caga tió! ( Shit your ass! ) ♫ Juan beats frantically on Tió laughing at every beat, my father records everything , while my husband is thrilled to see our son , I hold his hand, we both know what this represents, another year with our Juan well , stable and all that pain we spent in the beginning was overcome. Then Tió opens up, shitting all the souvenirs we put for our son. He takes o

“I doubt it.” “Everyone,” Tom claims. “I’ll prove it.” Then he hops onto an upturned milk crate that’s resting beside one of the stalls, makes his hands into a trumpet, and shouts at the top of his voice. “Okay, Brits, prove me right! What’s your favourite football team?”

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

(market) He studied tio Ramon's tense features over the rim of his cup while sipping his hot black coffee. Jose and Marcus, brothers, two of his most trusted enforcers with them. "What are we going to do with the prisoner, Patrón?" Tio asked. Rafael knew tio was waiting for his pound of flesh, however, as a sign of respect, tio awaits his decision. Setting down his cup, face impassive, he weighed his options. He could of course skin the bandidos's leader alive for hurting his angel or he could watch while his tio do his worse to their enemy.

It sends a tingle down my spine. I don’t want him to stop. I let go of his wrist. He presses a chaste kiss to my bare shoulder then changes the subject with his aunt. I can’t imagine he grasped much of the conversation I’d been having with her, but now I’m the one who barely knows what’s going on. He runs his fingers in a featherlight touch between my legs, no doubt finding me wet through my panties. “Are things hot and wet in México right now?” Tomás asks his aunt oh-so-innocently.

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

"I heard some of the men referring to you as whores." Aria laughed, her deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s not a derogatory word around here. Some of us were born into this world, others were saved from the outside and brought here. Everyone is respected around here. No one can do anything to us without our permit. Mariano is one of the best Don's we've ever had. He's strong, ruthless, a great leader, and loves the family. My father told me that he's exactly like his great grandfather, Salvatore. Everyone loved him." I nodded. Well, if they were so passionate about him…

I wanted to name our boy Tommy or Tom for short because honestly it wasn't that bad and our girl Tequila Burrito Puma Ranger because really, that monster deserved it. My dad, my grandparents, my brother and his wife Ally [who had a good marriage except that they were unable to conceive a child] Kyle, Peaches, two close friends of Clark, Ian [who was now in good terms with us, but sat in a secluded corner trying to avoid my father's menacing stare] and a recent friend of mine, Santiago, an Argentinean tango dancer. Apparently, people liked a tango dancer in circus musicals and Santiago was the best. "Why is he here?" Clark asked in a cold tone as he narrowed his eyes at Santiago.