Ícaro Coelho Novels & Stories

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

“I have an acquaintance to call later. We might need to head to Moscow, but I am sure that he would be more than a little happy to help out with what I wanted to do.” “Diego, your sudden excitement is alarming and I know that nothing good comes from it.” She said, and I smirked. Indeed, nothing good came from an Alpha who was in both pain, and was dealing with anger. It was the reason why Cosimo chose to be a coward and to leave.

Lan asked as we settled down on his motorbike. "Yes, please." I grinned. We went to a small place called Gelato and shared a waffle cone with chocolate icecream. I also bought some oreo sandwiches for Aiden because I knew he loved them. What icecream did Mariano like? Probably something dark, like Dark Sin. Weird name for an icecream flavor, I know. I bought a tub of that too. "Since when do you like icecream that is as bitter as black coffee -" Landon asked, but was cut off by the boy who was working the counter. "It also has chocolate syrup."

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

Isobel: Anger was a familiar thing to me. I had learned long ago how to fold it neatly, how to press it down until it became something sharp and useful instead of destructive. What Marcel had done, walking out of the ceremony, humiliating Elara without a word, had ignited it all the same. But this was not the moment to let it show. And I knew that showing at all was going to be wrong… I was going to need act smart with this. And my son was proving to me, by the day, that he was not going to give up on that woman.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Don Ignacio and a Prussian general took their positions in the thicket as they were lying in wait behind the Ottoman ranks. ‘You do not really say much, do you?’ Ignacio said to the Prussian. The Prussian general, Lord Alger von Salier rolled his eyes to the Spanish general and scoffed, focusing on the task at hand. ‘Come, speak. What do you do for fun?’ Still Alger ignored him making Ignacio click his tongue and sit back. ‘What are you doing?’ Alger asked. ‘What do you think? I am resting. Saving my energy for later.’ Ignacio answered rolling his eyes to the side and away from Alger. ‘Since you don’t want to talk, I’ll rest while we wait.’

However, maybe it was, in reality, the scheme of the Fates, a lesser being than the Creator but a separate element with the gods, for the ruin to arise. The odds were made possible by an elf named Jilroid. He was a powerful member of the aristocracy and a dreadful leader. He was deceitful, vain, self-centered, and greedy. He was fortunate enough to have a wife, named Estelel, even though it was through a fixed marriage. But he ignored and mistreated her. Neglected, his wife stumbled upon the human world and met a mortal. Unlike her husband, the mortal was kind and giving. They secretly met up many times before they fell love. They planned to get away and build a family of their own, in a pla

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.