Guerrero の小説・ストーリー

I muttered to Santiago as I stepped out of the car. "They will the moment you open your mouth," he said. I walked forward, the sound of my shoes cutting through the stillness. Five of them stepped forward. Their leader, Cuchillo, was a man who believed in loud fashion and louder threats. He wore a blood-red leather jacket and had a scar that looked like a crescent moon slashed across his jaw. "Fernando Ramirez," Cuchillo called, his arms spread like a man greeting a lover. "You honor us."

People were delighted that he replaced Geronimo because, like a natural haciendero, he made the lives of his people prosperous and better. He was famous throughout the province and known in every corner of the world. He is the face of Hacienda Escobar, and he made it the only living paradise on Earth. He suddenly snapped back to his senses when he heard the sound of metal clanging, followed by the scream of an elderly man running. "Senyorito!" A worker repeatedly shouted, causing him to frown and look toward the mansion gate. It was quite far, but due to the clarity of his vision, he saw Tibursio running, covered with a large plastic sheet.

“My mate, Valerie Morozov.” “I can see the hunter’s badge around her neck, but I have to admit, after she tried to kill you, I am surprised that you would be willing to stand in front of her.” She said, and I frowned in confusion. Alessandro kept his eyes on the woman, his frown voicing out more than his words ever will, and taking in my confused gaze, the woman raised an amused eyebrow at me. “Do not tell me that you did recognize him, huntress?”

Feline added. "I appreciate your honesty lady ... I'm Nate Guevarra, leader of Rogue Sharks. Nice to meet you, Mr. Del Fero." Nate said and looked at Ian. "You know me well," I replied to Nate. "Of course. Del Feros is rare but mighty. Am I right?" He added. "I think you don't need an alliance, sorry for the bother. Nice meeting you too Mr. Guevarra." I turned to leave. "I'm willing to help Mr. Del Fero," Nate called.

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

He looked up to see someone he knew that he really needed at the moment. 'Philip Vaquero', arguably the greatest bounty hunter of his time with very few competition. With an almost perfect record, he made his way to the top spot in the bounty hunter world and what made him fearsome was that all his bounties were top tier and of the highest grade. So if Vaquero ever came for you, all you could do was hope that you were wanted alive. Such a fearsome man stood in front of Nega and called him "BOSS" with a casual salute and he reciprocated with a casual "yo"

After I inquired, the man, whose name I have since learned to be Antonio, smiled at me. "I like you, but I despise it when a Guerra gives in to his feminine tendencies and becomes soft like a woman." He stated. What the fuck does he mean? I am not a Guerra; I am a Monroe. "I am a Monroe. I don’t care what you call yourselves—Guerra or whoever you are—I don’t give a fuck. I think you got the wrong guy."

Guerrero says, and I flinch at how low and raspy his voice sounds. ‘From the screaming.’ I hear myself say in my head, and I wish I can erase that. “Oh, I remember you,” he says when I’m too frozen to form a cohesive thought. “You’re the good shot.” He really does remember. “You came here to gloat?” Guerrero barks but with the rasp in his voice, he sounds less menacing and I wonder if they give him enough water to drink. “Your boy already got what he wanted from me, so I’m just here waiting for judgment day. So, you can scamper off, skank.”