Ícaro Coelho Novels & Stories

Uncle Scar broke the ice, holding a remote, and powered the projector hanging from the ceiling, revealing a picture of a very familiar Irish fart. "Caius 'The Eagle' Valero," he noted out flipping down the pictures he gathered. Pictures of Carlos and Caius leaving clubs and casinos together. My fist clenched. "He is 67 years old, widowed when his wife died in the car crash 8 years ago. He has two kids, Arturo Valero, 31 years old and Princess Valero who's only 7. Princess's mother is over of the maids in his base. He is one person who had been against Boss V as the chairman. We believe the stubborn mule is the real backer of the ring. The founder." he stopped momentarily, letting the words s

Aranjo still closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the man's body that was stuck right in his. Aranjo's tiny hand was placed on the King's chest, but still not moving. Something belonging to the King, attached to the abdomen of Aranjo began to react. This made Aranjo open her eyes and look up at the King who was so tall that Aranjo was only as tall as the man's chest.

🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song. Then.. 🎶 I should have lied, I should have cheated, Baby I should have went out to the club, Oh baby I, I should have played you Cause you don’t appreciate me. Ohhhhhh 🎶 - Keisha Cole 🎶 I can’t believe I believe everything we had would last, so young and naïve of me to think she was from your past, can’t believe I fell for your schemes. I am so smarter than that. I wasss wronggggg🎶

He said before his words trailed off "Yeah..." Cora said but thought to herself 'Not that I have a choice' The elevator opened to the building's rooftop and they stepped out, walking towards where the helicopter was parked. "What's her name? Your daughter I mean...." "Isabella..." Ryan nodded with a smile... "Do you have another photo of her that I could see if you don't mind?" "Yeah, sure," Cora said and brought out her phone. She opened the photo gallery and showed him another photo of Isabella. In this one, she was posing alone on the soccer field, her hands on her waist and one leg placed on the football

Eligor says, waving back towards where I came from without bothering to look at me. "This is for Coal." I say, finally drawing his eyes to me and where I used to see resemblance to my mate, now I see nothing but glaring difference. There is no warmth, no kindness, no love, no humour or joy in the green eyes of the man in front of me, coldness and cruelty ooze out of him like tar and, as I plunge my claws into his neck, I'm half expecting his blood to run black. He gasps in shock, his hand reaching up to cover the sound but he must know it's too late as his blood, disappointingly red in colour, sprays all over my face and body.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

“You betrayed us. You let her in. Delilah almost died. Half the pack could’ve been lost. And all you can say is she broke you?” “What do you want me to say?” Carter shouted. “That I liked it? That I wanted it? That I let her in because I thought it was right? I didn’t choose this!” “I don’t care what you chose.” My voice was low now. Quiet. Dangerous. “You let her hurt her. You let her get to Delilah. And now she… she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.”

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

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.”

Noah took out his phone and snapped a photo of Ward 317 where Chloe was staying. He wasted no time in forwarding the image to Joseph, accompanied by a message that said, [Coco got into a car accident and suffered some minor injuries. Would you like to come and see her, Mr. Joseph?] However, hidden within the seemingly ordinary photograph was a subtle detail—a glimpse of Icarus' face in the lower right corner. Though the image was blurry, anyone acquainted with Icarus would easily recognize him upon seeing it.