Hasta La Vuelta Señor Novels & Stories

I smiled at the user and read his message aloud. "I'm coming back princess"

Dir kissed him tenderly and then went back to the stove to continue cooking the food. *When do you have to go back tomorrow?* Salva looked questioningly from Genzo to Keyla *The return flight leaves at 5 p.m. and to be honest, I’m glad that things will finally calm down again. It's not that I don't like being here, on the contrary, but the last few days have definitely been too much* sighing, Keyla turned around and Salva looked at her completely irritated *Salva don't get me wrong, I really like being with you guys. But the last few weeks were just too much and then there were 3 men around me, even I got fed up at some point* grinning, she went to Salva and put a hand on his shoulder

Chapter 19 "Where's Señorito? Oh Berting, don't fool me this morning! You're still surprised!" Mother answered annoyed. "Odelia, I'm not –" Dad hung up on what he was going to say with – "Good morning." I don't know if I was also carried away by my wakefulness but I heard the voice of Señorito again. The weird part is that the Señorito is still babbling, which is unlikely to happen, he's an Englishman, eh.

Felicia softly sang: "Who's that girl? Who's that girl? When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart goodbye She's trouble, in a word, getting closer to the fire Run faster, and her laughter burns you up inside You're spinning round and round You can't get up, you try, but you can't Quién es esa niña? Who's that girl? Señorita, más fina Who's that girl? Quién es esa niña? Who's that girl?

“My name is Hugo Verces. I’m sorry to call so late, but, uh, I have a man here with me?” “A man?” Ava whispered, confused. What was he saying? Who was this? What man? “Yes. His name is Sergio? He says he’s your husband.”

Danni’s gang formed a wall of leather and bullets between us. Esteban's enraged roar: “¡LA MARIPOSA VOLVERÁ!” (THE BUTTERFLY WILL RETURN!) I stare at the note, the crimson ink a stark reminder of spilled blood. Thirteen years since Danni’s gang smuggled us onto a creaking cargo ship. My boy’s face pressed to my chest, his tears mixing with the gasoline and salt spray. Thirteen years since Esteban’s roar chased us into the jungle: “¡LA MARIPOSA SIEMPRE ENCUENTRA SU NIDO!” (“THE BUTTERFLY ALWAYS FINDS ITS NEST!”)

Flashes of memories just a while ago pop in my head and my cheeks burned because of that thought. He then slowly move closer and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight senyorita," ani niya bago tuluyang pumasok sa sasakyan niya at pinaharorot ito palayo. ************ Hi! I have one story that I updated everyday..can you also add it to your library and have time to read it? The title is "The King's Luna" Kamsahamnida

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

Like a man realizing too late that saving someone isn’t something you do when they’re already gone. And as I reached the door, I didn’t look back. Because if I did… I might have stayed. And that would have been the worst mistake of all

] Miguel was going blue, Romero held him so tightly he could not breathe his hand was like a vice around his neck as he tried to free himself using both his hands, ‘Lasciami andare, ti prego, non riesco a respirare, Romero, ti prego.’ [Let me go, please, I can’t breathe, Romero, please.] Romero brought his face close to Miguel’s anger pouring from him, ‘Se non me lo dici subito, sarà l'ultimo respiro che fara.’ [If you don’t fucking tell me right this minute it will be the last breath you ever take.] He was right in his Uncle’s face and it was clear he meant what he said, ‘Lei se n'è andata, Romero.’ [She’s gone, Romero.]