Señor Tenebroso Novelas e Histórias

He placed his dick back into his pants, zipped it and buckled his belt back. Aleida wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she felt angry, embarrassed and foolish for even listening to him in the first place. "If it makes you feel any better, you know how to blood off, I just have a peculiar taste," Enzo said. "I am a hard man to please." "To hell with your taste Enzo, to hell with you," Aleida cursed. "Sebastian is the owner of 'la guarida del león,' I hope he gets rid of Gabriella," she yelled kissing her teeth, she turned and walked out of the garden angrily.

The tiger smiled sarcastically and said, "Don't worry, this kind of small arms and body, I will punch him so I can send him to see the King of Hell." "This guy, his back looks a little familiar," Ruben said with a frown from the stand. Apollo felt the same, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he said, "Isn't this Esteban?" Reminded by Apollo, Ruben confirms Esteban's identity and says with a bitter smile. "This man is crazy. Does he want to die? Is he and his wife having a problem?" Apollo just shook his head because he didn't know what Esteban had eaten or why he would fight tonight.

The two men nod their heads, having the urge to pee in their pants out of fear. Selene faces Noello who is waking up slowly, he looks so handsome for his age, Selene finds herself biting her bottom lip, he looks just like Tito, if Tito wasn't a brute, she would have loved the sex he had with her, he looks so handsome and manly in his sexy shirts and pants that shows his itching bulge.

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"

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

But the one in front the one sitting on the glass table directly opposite me had a cold smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. He looked like trouble dipped in expensive cologne. “Finalmente,” he murmured. “Sleeping Beauty wakes.” My throat went dry. The man grinned wider, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “Sebastian Callista,” he introduced himself. “Underboss of the Callista Syndicate. Second to Don Leandro.” My blood froze. Leandro. The man with turquoise eyes. The man from the hotel. The killer who shot someone like he was swatting a fly.

I look around, and Teresa is gone. I hear her scream from the room next door. “Get away from me!” I look in front of me, there is a man, but it’s not Pablo or Juan. He licked his fingers. “Who are you?” I back up until I hit the wall. “No need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you unless you want me to.” “Who are you?” I asked again. “I am Mateo, I am the general of Zamora and your father’s right-hand man.”

"Don't ever come back here without seeing the girl I was with the night of Jack Coleman's Birthday Party! Look for her because I'm sure I got that girl pregnant!" Shawn Ezekiel Peñafranco shouted furiously. One of the most handsome and richest men in the world. Has thick eyebrows, brown eyes, long eyelashes, a pointed nose and red lips. His aura is very accurate and anyone who encounters it will tremble in fear. He is known as Ruthless and cold-hearted. So they avoid making it angry. Because you're probably still alive, but you feel close..

He boasted proudly like I was supposed to know he was. “Should I know who you are?” I voiced and his eyes thinned, eyebrows bunched up and I knew I crossed a line. Lorenzo’s hand slowly snaked from where it was rested and landed on the guy’s thigh. Magically, he seemed to calm down and the furrows on his forehead faded. “Okay okay! Calm down, Tesoro. I am Lorenzo, you know that already. And this is my brother Vernero Cattanio whom you should know.” Lorenzo got up and made a brief introduction.

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.