Novels by Llamanel

Chris stood motionless, his eyes locked onto the man in the doorway—Reddick. "Chris," Reddick's voice was calm, almost soothing. "I've been expecting you."Chris clenched his fists, his gaze flickering between Reddick and his mother, still bound and blindfolded. "Let her go," he demanded, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Reddick stepped further into the room, the light revealing a face marked by time and secrets. "All in due time," he said. "But first, we need to talk."Chris took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, to fight, to protect. But something in Reddick's demeanor gave him pause—a familiarity, a connection he couldn't quite place."Who are you?" Chris asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Reddick sighed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "I'm someone who knew your father well. Someone who was once like a brother to him."Chris's heart pounded. "You're lying. My father never mentioned you.""Because he wanted to protect you,"

Chris stared at the photo for a long moment, the words seared into his mind. “The place you buried the truth.” He felt a rush of memories, places and moments from his past, all connected to his family’s legacy. He gripped the photo tightly, his knuckles white.“Chris, we have to move quickly,” Gabriel said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “We don’t know how much time we have. If they’ve taken her—”“I know.” Chris’s voice was tight. “I’m not stupid. But what the hell is going on? What do they want from me? From her?”Gabriel exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting toward the hallway as if he were hearing something in the distance, something only he could sense. “I wish I could tell you everything, Chris. But there are things your father kept from both of us. Things that were buried so deep, even I didn’t know they existed until recently.”Chris’s frustration boiled over. “I’m not interested in the past. My mother is gone, and I need to find her. Now.”Gabriel placed a hand on Chris

Chris rushed down the stairs of his office building, every step a drumbeat of anxiety. He hadn’t known his father had a brother—at least, not one still alive. The thought of someone carrying the same bloodline yet remaining hidden all this time left him uneasy. Questions bloomed faster than answers: Where had this man been? Why now? What did he want?At the reception desk, Linda stood frozen behind the counter, her usually calm expression twisted into something between fear and awe.“He’s waiting in the conference room,” she said quietly. “He… he knew your full name before I said anything.”Chris’s brow furrowed. He pushed through the door, heart pounding.There, seated in one of the high-backed leather chairs, was a man in his sixties. Salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, a tailored charcoal-gray suit, and eyes—sharp, calculating, and strangely familiar. He stood when Chris entered.“Cristóbal Alejandro Kingston,” the man said smoothly. “You look just like him.”Chris didn’t respond im

Chris lay sprawled across his bed, face turned toward the ceiling as the fan above spun in slow, rhythmic circles. He could still feel his mother’s arms wrapped around him—a rare gesture of tenderness that brought back memories of better times, simpler days when the weight of a legacy wasn’t strapped to his shoulders. But now, the burden was his to carry, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the miles ahead.His phone buzzed beside him.He ignored it.Another buzz. This time, a call.“Arturo,” he muttered, eyes closed. “He’s probably still trying to drag me out.”The buzzing stopped, only to resume seconds later. Chris groaned and finally answered.“What?”“Boss,” Arturo's voice crackled through the speaker, unusually cautious, “you might want to come down to the office. Now.”Chris rubbed his temple. “Arturo, I’m exhausted. I told you I’m taking a day.”“I know, but it’s not about business,” Arturo continued. “Someone’s been snooping around. And I think they broke into your private

Even though they had everything, Emily still yearned for more. Two months after her father's funeral, Emily decided to take care of herself and spare her son the burden of having to handle everything.Her son had brought her late husband's business back to life, so perhaps she could take over.This may be her way of fortifying her relationship with her husband in exchange for simply leaving, as she did years ago. She was by herself in her room, saying to no one in particular, "I will wait for Chris to return from his business trip." Two days later.When Chris got home, his face was disappointed. He attended a somewhat challenging meeting because his business partner was very challenging to work with because he wanted more than what Chris had shown and explained, which made him feel even more worn out and frustratedHe went straight to the shower took his bath and left for his office that late just to get some work done.Chris felt like he saw someone running off when he arrived at

Two days had passed since Chris's grandfather's passing, and the family found themselves immersed in the sombre task of planning his funeral. Chris, though grieving himself, took on the responsibility of assisting his mother and others in organizing the arrangements. They had no other family since his grandfather when young had run away from home. And had decided to make a name for himself and that was a story Chris wouldn't want to go back to Together, they meticulously chose the venue, selected the readings, and decided on the music that honoured his grandfather's life.His grandfather was somewhat a Gillian but living with him at this point made it great to know that he was loveable, the only thing that had curbed that great heart of his was a story Chris would have loved to hear but his grandfather had just died and that story would be farfetched from him. As they gathered to bid farewell to their beloved patriarch, Chris couldn't shake off the concern he felt for his mother,

The End"She has been apprehended and the court hearing would happen sooner than you think," Ryan's lawyer told him.Emilie had been caught trying to sign fraudulent documents under the guise of having a partnership with Ryan.The terms of the contract didn't make sense to him hence the reason why Ryan had alerted the security and when She was arrested she kept saying what he owned was supposed to be hers too.Turns out that on Aria's wedding day, Emilie had followed the kids right up to their honeymoon suite but the security was super tight she couldn't harm anyone so she left and came back when it was time for Asher's private wedding and stj no entrance was given to her so she tried to go through his assistant at work she had insisted Ruan signed fhs papers because they were important for some partnership since Ryan was using her company models for his products.Fortunately, Ruan was one to be meticulous and precise with the documents he went through and discovered some loopholes whi

Ethan and Aria's small beachside wedding was a dream come true. The couple had always been enamoured with the idea of exchanging vows with the ocean as their witness. They chose a resort that was known for its classy and esthetical decorations, which added to the overall ambience of the wedding.The resort was decorated with beautiful white and blue flowers, which blended in perfectly with the oceanic backdrop. The chairs were draped with white satin covers, and the aisle was fashioned with a white runner carpet. The stage where the couple exchanged their vows was adorned with a floral arch that matched the rest of the decor.The couple's guests were treated to a beautiful view of the beach and ocean while they enjoyed cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. The catering was provided by the resort's top chef, who prepared a delicious menu of seafood and fusion dishes that left everyone wanting more.The wedding planner ensured that everything went smoothly, from the music to the lighting. The D

As Aria walked into the dimly lit restaurant, she spotted Ethan sitting at a table near the window. He stood up as she approached and pulled out her chair. As they sat down, they couldn't help but admire the view of the city skyline.The waiter came over to take their order, and Aria noticed Ethan's eyes light up as he saw the menu. She knew he was a foodie and loved trying new things. They ordered a bottle of red wine to accompany their meal, and the conversation flowed easily.As they ate, Ethan entertained Aria with stories of his travels and adventures. She loved listening to him talk, and his enthusiasm was infectious. They talked about their shared love of music and even sang a few lines of their favourite songs together.After dinner, they decided to take a walk down by the river. The moon was shining brightly, and the stars were twinkling in the sky. They walked hand in hand, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.As they strolled along, they came across a street musician pla

After their college years, they had done lots of things already so it didn't mean anything anymore as Aria took her father's car to go see her boyfriend Ethan at his hotel.They had been together for all three years although long distance and having missed each other it was time for some loving."Mama I will be back in the evening going to see Ethan he just returned from Italy" Aria said as she took her car keys from the table and went out the door before Harmon could respond.When she got to the hotel room door she knocked and the moment he opened it up he pulled her in with a hot kiss and she knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him, she wanted to pull away but she didn't want to spoil the moment with questions so she continued with the kiss forgetting everything around them.Aria didn't even know when he had locked the door but she knew her legs were wrapped around his waist and he had her against the wall.Thank God she didn't put on a bra it was easy for him to find h

Eden's heart raced as Asher's words echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe that he loved her, and her emotions were overwhelming. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to process what had just happened. She had never felt so loved and cherished before, and it was a feeling that she never wanted to let go of.As she looked into Asher's eyes, she knew that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She took a deep breath and told him that she loved him too and that she never wanted him to let her go. The words felt so right coming out of her mouth, and she knew that she meant every single one of them.Asher pulled her close, and Wden could feel his strong arms wrapped around her. She felt safe and secure in his embrace, and she knew that she never wanted to let go. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other and feeling the love that they had for each other.As they finally pulled apart, Eden could see the tears in Asher's eye

Since Teddy had requested for the couple to come down home and had exactly had time to go meet up with him. because of their busy schedules.Seeing that he had been diagnosed and might just end up dying without having to apologise Teddy resolved to write a letter to the Ashtons.He had been treated badly as he was in the prison cell.He had been raped and molested by his fellow inmates who knew him to be a drug lord and also whom he had annoyed at a point.Teddy had developed Pile and now he was diagnosed with colon cancer and was about to die but his conscience wouldn't let him he had to apologise to those his actions had hurt.Emilie had listed him and made him understand that she was out to make his life a miserable hell even though she was pardoned.Emilie had also not forgotten to let him know that she had plans of ruining Ryans's life still as she still had more of a grudge and had him in mind.Teddy wanted to do what was right when it meant doing it for the last time before his

The mountain air was razor-thin, every breath clawing through Natalia’s lungs like broken glass. They’d landed at a nearby clearing, camouflaged their approach, and now crept along the edge of the jagged ridge, the serpent-shaped fortress looming ahead.Natalia crouched beside Santiago and Lucía, surveying the outer perimeter through binoculars. “Infrared sensors at every corner. Four rotating patrols. Noé isn’t just hiding here — he’s preparing for a siege.”Lucía exhaled slowly, eyes scanning the rocks below. “Then let’s give him one.”Santiago shook his head. “Not yet. The longer we stay unnoticed, the better chance we have to reach Alejandro.”Natalia bit her lip, gaze fixed on the eastern wall was less guarded, flanked by a sheer drop. “There,” she said. “Lucía and I go in quiet, through the old utility duct Gabriel mentioned. You cause a distraction west. Draw some of the guards off.”Santiago gave a tight nod. “You’ll have thirty minutes, max.”Lucía unsheathed her blade. “More

Natalia stood frozen, staring at the words burned into the bedsheets.I FOUND HIM.Her hands trembled. The air in the room felt colder, as if the very presence of those words had leeched the warmth from the villa. The silence was deafening. No signs of struggle, no blood. Just that single message more like a declaration and a warning.She picked up Alejandro’s discarded shirt, pressing it to her chest as if it could offer answers. But all it gave her was dread. Whoever had taken him hadn’t needed force. Alejandro had gone willingly. That terrified her more than anything else.Because she had seen the photo. The boy with Alejandro’s eyes. And she knew that Alejandro had not just found his past.He’d found his brother.******Undisclosed Location – Border of BoliviaAlejandro sat inside the backseat of a nondescript SUV, eyes fixed on the figure beside him.Noé Vega.Older. Hard-eyed. His face was like a mirror distorted by time and pain. His features were unmistakable they shared the

The flames licked at the sky as the mansion groaned one final time, then collapsed into a smoldering ruin. Smoke choked the night, thick and bitter with ash. Sirens echoed faintly in the distance, lost beneath the roar of destruction.Somewhere beneath the rubble, Alejandro stirred.His head throbbed. Blood caked the side of his face, warm and sticky. Every bone in his body ached, but he was alive just somehow. Dust clung to his skin, and the scent of scorched earth filled his lungs. Above him, twisted metal and broken wood formed a jagged cage.He coughed, pain blooming in his chest, and rolled onto his side. “Salomé…” he rasped.There was no answer. It felt like the space was empty like there was just him in there.It felt like echoes.A beam cracked nearby, groaning under its own weight. He didn’t have much time. Gritting his teeth, Alejandro pulled himself forward, clawing through debris. Every movement felt like dragging a corpse, but he pushed on, driven by fury and desperat

The explosion The explosion that rocked the mansion was deafening, sending a shockwave through the crumbling estate. Everywhere shaking so hard one could fall to the ground.Dust and debris filled the air, making it difficult to breathe, let alone think. Alejandro barely had time to react before the walls began to tremble and crack, and the ceiling above them started to collapse. He reached out, instinctively pulling Natalia away from the falling rubble. His arms cuddling her instinctively.“Get down!” he shouted, dragging her to the ground just as a massive chunk of stone crashed where they had been standing moments before.Amid the chaos, the eerie calmness of Ezekiel’s voice cut through the noise.“You’ve always been too eager, Alejandro,” Ezekiel said, stepping into the partially collapsed hallway. His voice was almost... affectionate. If one could say so.It felt like he had a weak spot for Ale, but that was shortlived. “You never learned to wait, to let the pieces fall into

The engines of the jet roared to life, slicing through the cold morning air like a predator tracking its prey. Alejandro sat in the cabin, eyes trained on the screen in front of him, where the map of South America lit up. São Paulo, marked with a red dot, was now the focal point of everything he’d spent his life building, and tearing down.“Are you sure about this?” Natalia asked from across the cabin, her voice cold but laced with concern. She always had concern for him in a cold way.Alejandro didn’t look up from the map. His mind was too focused. “We don’t have a choice. Gabriel is the key to everything. If we stop him now, we stop Ezekiel. We stop Salomé.”Camila, standing near the doorway, shot them both a glance. “And if you can’t stop Gabriel?” she asked quizzically.“We’ll burn the bridge when we get to it,” Alejandro replied sternly and fixated.******São Paulo – The Ghost’s LairThe city below was a sprawling mosaic of chaos. São Paulo, with its towering skyscrapers and w

The city below was chaos wrapped in neon. Even in the dead of night, Luz Holdings glowed like a lighthouse in a warzone. But inside its tallest floor, Alejandro Jiménez was adrift somewhat restless, drowning in memory, every secrets found, and the blood-soaked weight of legacy he now found himself in.He couldn’t sleep. How could he sleep?Not after learning of Salomé’s activation. That was something he had to stop but had somehow delayed.Not with Lucía and Santiago still in Ezekiel’s hands. He was going to do crazy things with it.Not with Rafael’s voice still echoing through the vault, speaking of heirs as experiments.He stared out over the skyline, shirt unbuttoned, glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The walls around him felt more like a cage than an office. His fingers trembled. Not that of fear, but he was anxious of what he could do.He hadn’t stopped moving in days. Every step forward brought more darkness. More lies. More things that his heart is still to take.And s

As luck would have it, Ms. Dwindle had been waiting for the call to come from and.She had actually fallen mad in love with the young but muscukar man who looke d so yummy in his down moment when he felt the clothes looked too much.Michael sat in his car with the conference call still ringing in his ears. He could not wait to tell Ms. Dwindle about the meeting, which had gone exceptionally well. He dialled her number, his heart pounding in anticipation. As the phone rang, he adjusted his tie, still amazed at how it had given him a boost in confidence."Hello, Michael," Ms. Dwindle's friendly voice said across the queue. "So, how did the conference go?""It was fantastic," Michael said, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "I have you to thank for that.""Me?" Ms. Dwindle expressed surprise. What did I do?"Remember that bet we made about my first day at the company?" Michael inquired, his voice playful. "You promised that if I could be confident and impress everyone, you would let me t

Elizabeth stormed into her mother's study, her brow furrowed and her lips tightened in frustration. "Mom," she said, her voice agitated, "I have been trying to reach Mike all day, but he has not returned any of my calls or texts." I am starting to get concerned. "What if something happened to him?"Mrs. Anderson looked up from her work, concern flashing through her eyes as she noticed her daughter's distressed expression. "Have you tried contacting any of his friends or colleagues at the chantier?" she inquired, her tone gentle but firm. She, too, was concerned that her plans were crumbling.Elizabeth shook her head, strands of chestnut hair falling loosely around her face. "I haven't, but I doubt they will know where he is. Mike has been distant recently, and I can not shake the feeling that something is wrong. I thought the divorce papers were jokes and what he said, and I expected him to come home right now begging."Mrs. Anderson sighed as she rose from her desk and approached Eli

As Michael readied himself to assume his new position as CEO of the company his father had entrusted to him, Friday morning arrived with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Somewhere deep down, he sensed that he was dreaming, still trying to make sense of it and convince himself that he had moved out of Elizabeth's house and was now waiting for the divorce documents to be finalised.He had received insulting texts and calls from her, to which he had not replied.At one point, it seemed like she was pleading with him, and at another, it seemed like she had returned to the person she was before he left the house.His shoulders were burdened with responsibility as he dressed impeccably, trying to project confidence even as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. These emotions had been in his stomach the day he was going to marry Elizabeth; he felt as though everything was against him and that he could never imagine being married to someone from a wealthy family, whose mother would hard

But Kevin was pretty much obsessed with a couple of women.Elizabeth always wished that Kevin would settle down with her forever because she believed she was the only woman for him. Kevin knew he had the money and would make sure and certain that he used it to get as many women as he wanted.He wished he could have told her right away to concentrate on Mike and, since she had chosen him, probably make his life worthwhile without offending him, but why would he do that? He had to use her as a plot in order to access the properties her father had left before passing away.Since he was in need of affection and was impoverished, Mike was the only one who could handle the antics of the ladies, and Elizabeth and her mother were willing to give him the bullshit they had to offer.He was enjoying his guests' company while lying in bed, but all he wanted was for her to stop calling at this late hour since he would not be able to answer her until the next morning...........After Mike had left

"You cannot request a divorce from me! I am holding that right, Michael." Elizabeth remarked as she attempted to enter the locked guest room."Michael, open this door!" she screamed as she became frustrated that Michael had been courageous. It scared her."Okay! Could we please resolve this, Michael? "Please, let us work things out, my love," she attempted to persuade him with the same words she usually did.She always used those words to make Michael feel even more embarrassed when she was trying to persuade him.Like it had succeeded... She heard from her side his movements and he opened the door.Her facial expression turned into a smirk, but it was stopped when a paper was given to her and Michael packed his bag."What is this?" she asked, refusing to take hold of the paper."Divorce papers" Michael said as he gave her the papers, trying so much for her to touch the papers.Mrs. Anderson crossed her arms and said, "My daughter will not take those papers from you. In case you have

That evening, Mrs. Anderson, his mother-in-law, was waiting for Mike to come home with patience, occupying the same seat that she usually did.After talking to her daughter, she was unable to determine the source of his newly found confidence.The only thing she had ever dreamed of was making Michael's life as miserable as possible so that he would not have the courage to show up at her doorstep prepared to marry her daughter when he had arrived as the impoverished boy ready to wed her.Mike arrived shortly after she finished her second coffee sip, appearing exhausted and failing to acknowledge her as he made his way to his bedroom."Would you hold up? When did this reactions become nofmal? And since when do you come inside my house and ignore me?" She pestered."I apologise and I promise not to do that again. I was a little stressed out." Mike continued to explain what happened when Mrs. Anderson raised her hands to slap Mike in an attempt to seize control of the house.He instinctiv