Misterio Novelas e Histórias

I can tell you that. Ignacio informed me that our lastest victim spewed a little, his name is Moncho and he works for a fucking Mexican drug cartel, which I have no fucking idea of. Luciano managed to get the shit out of him but I expect more, I want to know where my shipments fucking disappeared to. Who the fuck took them?.

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

This year, he had to put on a show to convince his grandfather that he had indeed gotten married. Landon drove home, opened the door, and turned on the lights. The brightly lit interior made him freeze for a moment. He carefully looked around, wondering whether he had entered the wrong place. He had unlocked the door with his fingerprint, so there should not be any possibility of entering the wrong apartment. However, everything in front of him seemed unfamiliar.

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

ANASTASIA "Is that so?" Diego hummed over the phone, standing in front of the mirror with his hand running across his chin. He was on call with Beta Arnold, talking about the Mafias and their secret plot to search every pack for this mysterious wolf with the cure. A clear sign that they were losing their senses and didn't care how they carried out their operations.

“Maybe he is here for donations, everybody don't panic,stay calm” Mrs Louisiana said nervously,her body shivering from excitement. As he got closer Mrs Samantha gasped loudly. “What..what is it Samantha?” Mrs Louisiana asked in a panic. “No way that's Mr Montero,Antonio Montero,the billionaire and famous actor..what is he doing in our town?” Samantha whispered. Angela cursed inwardly.

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

I am standing face to face with Mysterio, I don't need a soothsayer to tell me, the laughter, the voice, knowing Naruto coupled with what am feeling. "I..... I....." I stuttered. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked just like the first day we spoke on phone. "No, I am just surprised you know Naruto" I said thinking I might be wrong. "I know it and Imagine how awesome it is" he said with a smug, that's him alright, he is Mysterio the egomaniac.

” “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.