Víctor Manuel Casillas Arias Novels & Stories

"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…

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.”

“If I held on, after all the loss that I went through, and if I stayed strong to raise you as a grandson without throwing you out like others would do to bastards; it is because I never saw you as any less than my grandson. When it comes to her, I never did bother looking at her, and I never asked to see her. If she sees me as a stranger and if she treats me as one, then she is not to be blamed. But you, you are to be blamed, not once, but a thousand times if you see yourself as one because you know, very well, that you were never treated as a stranger or as any different. If anything, you got the Sforza last name, the blood of a noble, and the lead of a creed.” “I am not going to work with

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

I have heard of that before but Luis never used it because he wanted me to feel the pain every time he was with Ava. I went through the rest of the clauses when my eyes widened in surprise at the last one. “What is this?” I asked him as I pointed it out to him. He glanced at it before he leaned back on his chair. “Isn't it enough? I will add another million if you want.” his words were like a needle that pierced my heart. I have never felt this dirty in my life, even when Luis would force himself on me, I felt disgusted, but right now, I felt dirty as I read that clause again. Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute.

He spoke enthusiastically and opened the map. “This right here!” He pressed his finger on top of the picture of two men and stared at me with big eyes. “These are Victor Vives and Pedro Vidal, Aka Panther.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “These are the assholes who had a big part in letting M. Castillo walk out free.”

I wasn't even sure what impression I had made at that time. My eyes got wet, and I was about to cry, not because I was rejected but because I was suddenly scared at the thought of my father getting angry at me because of my absurdity. His expression softened when he looked at my surprised face. He sighed a few times, thinking carefully about how to redeem the situation. He sighed while taking the hatchling from my hand, grabbing Gurion's scruff, and raising him in the air. "Ari, dear, you do know this is a male beastman, even if he is still a hatchling, right?"

It was unlikely for Drey not to call us! It would only cost her a minute to call. I could not help but sulk, but I was not blaming her. I was only worried about her. What could have gone wrong? Over the past few days, I researched more about Aris and found out that he was the CEO of the Sandoval Group of Companies. But at the same time, another article popped up that he was an egoistic Casanova. From what I understood, a Casanova is a person who used to break a woman’s heart.

, the man threatened lowly, making it seem like a friendly chat between two men. He turned on his heels and started walking out of the bathroom but stopped just at the door. “To answer your question….”, He turned to face Christian. “I am Alan Poza” Christian frowned, not really knowing the name. “Some call me The mad man of Valencia”, with that the man walked out.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.