Novel & Cerita Caballero

You do not stroke a woman through her thong and forget her face two nights later. “Ms. Barella.” Mr. Bastian greets me while gesturing toward the open seat across from him. “You already know the coach. And this is Cristian Zavala, Chairman of Zavala Group. His firm recently gained majority ownership of Coastal Legends, and several other clubs across Europe and North America.”

” “I look at him, his staring too.” “Who the hell is that?” I asked.” His eyes go wide. Like, like you seriously don't know?” “i don't know people.” I add.” That's Machado Lorenzo. The Pablo Machado. Cosa Nostra.” Still not impressed. “He's the most feared Mafia Boss alive. Just looking at him makes my hands sweat,” Carl said, trembling. “Still don't care. “I hate him,” I mutter, Just as a lady in red passed by.

The Hamiltons family. ~~~~~~~~~~ Philip sat in his CEO's office, looking at the newspapers on the table. They were all papers portraying the bad side of the CRUZ company. The foolish ones were making fun of the slow downfall of the company and it weighed on Philip. He hadn't received any report from Gabriel yet and it seemed like the company's name was being soiled day by day. Carmen stepped into the office with a file, she had been called to resume her duty as a secretary after Philip came back. He liked having her around and didn't want any other secretary except her. "Maestro Felipe, the president wants to see you." She said.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Carter. *************************************************

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Bobby sucks in a sharp breath. A slow smile pulls at my lips. Game-changer.

I answer to satisfy Babi's curiosity, who drags her chair closer to me. — And who is the player? — she asks. — I think it's better not to know, I 'm already talking too much... — Hey Alana, tell me! — It was Martín González! — says Edu. — The handsome Argentine who plays for Club Atlético de Catalunya? — Babi asks curiously. — Yes, himself! — Edu confirms. — Folks, how crazy! — Now changing the subject, I think you have to go to the Worlds. I mean, you're going, because probably your whole family is going too, so you have to go, Alana! – Ed asks.