She wore a tight black skirt that went halfway up her toned thighs, a scarlet red blouse revealing the curve of her full breasts and a blazer thrown over the red blouse gave her a more serious image, but did not allow her to be sensual. Her lips were a tempting crimson and her amber eyes were framed by long lashes. Brown hair tied into two buns on one side of her head.Lana was known as one of the best specialists in psychological trauma in Brazil, so much so that two years ago she received a proposal to work in Colombia with inmates at the maximum security penitentiary. He refused, and remained in Brazil. Now he was face to face with a man as dangerous as those trapped on the other side of the world. Marcel Moraes, a handsome man, but a menacing gleam could already be seen in his eyes. Those big blue eyes made her tremble with fear and at the same time with desire. He was an unusual man who aroused her curiosity.He had been holding sessions with Marcel for three days, the criminal
“We have to choose two names Jonas, we don't know what our baby will be.Ketyellen had been beaming ever since Jonas had promised to temporarily step away from East Zone Complex business. Jonas had bought tickets to Paris where they would stay until the baby was born. In three days they would be on a plane to France, far from any crazy attempt by Meneses to get revenge for Jonas' decision.The red-haired woman was sitting comfortably in an armchair in Jonas's office, leafing through a magazine with the meaning of names, looking for one for the baby she was expecting. He spoke without pausing about the plans he had about the family they would build and planning the next child. Jonas just listened without saying anything. Sometimes he would mutter “Hmm...” or make a simple comment like: “Whatever you think is best is fine!”. He was also happy with the idea of becoming a father, but the worry that tormented his mind was stronger than this happiness.I was afraid of what could happen t
The scorching sun of Manaus reflected on the crystal clear waters of the river. The noise was a calming sound. The sand was fine and white, full of colorful shells of different shapes. A paradisiacal place where millionaires chose to spend their fortunes. It was money well spent, as the place was worth it.Gabi wore a tempting black strapless swimsuit, highlighting every curve and bulge of the blonde's body. Her golden hair was tied into a high ponytail and she wore sunglasses hiding her big blue eyes. She wasn't at all interested in the various male eyes of lust upon her. If she were the old Gabriela, she would be charming and maybe even send a kiss to her admirers. However, the situation was different, his concern was with a certain very hot murderer at his side. Souza only wore a pair of black swim trunks, leaving his chiseled body on display and this small detail caught the attention of the women who shared the beach with the two.“These assholes have nothing more to do than admi
Night had fallen quickly. The Manaus sky was covered by a starry veil, the crescent moon was bright and white. In less than two days it would move to a new phase and would certainly be the attraction of the place, especially for couples who liked to exchange fiery kisses under the moonlight.However, it was another night of disagreements for Gabi and her security guard.“Aghhhhhhhh Don't bump into me you idiot, can't you see I'm all red!” Gabriela whimpers, screaming. Souza hadn't even touched the blonde, he had just passed her close enough for Gabriela to find the excuse to start arguing with him. –I'm all burned!The killer looked at her with a pouting face. He had warned her that this would happen, but she never listened to him. Gabriela was the most stubborn and bratty woman I had ever met. The worst of all was that the blonde never admitted she was wrong, even after the disasters.“I could at this point throw it in your face that I warned you this would happen, but honestly I
The word FORBIDDEN, no matter how much it echoed in his mind, he ignored. There was no longer any escape! No matter how much he tried to escape that desire that invaded his body every time he was close to the blonde, it always reached him, becoming even stronger.“Are you going to stand there like an idiot looking at my face? Why, instead of wasting your time looking at me, don't you call this little woman called Pardal and try to make peace with her?” She was trying to control herself as much as possible, but tears insisted on forming in her dark eyes. He turned his back to the killer and continued to speak nervously “You are an idiot... IDIOT!Was it his imagination or was Gabriela jealous? An imperceptible smile appeared on the killer's lips. He approached the blonde from behind, gently touching her silky blonde strands. He intertwined the golden hair between his fingers, feeling its texture. Gabriela hadn't repelled him, she had just closed her eyes so she could feel that delica
She covered her ears in a vain attempt not to hear the sounds of the gunshots. His body trembled against the wall. The blue eyes shed tears. His mouth was dry and he was constantly letting out sobs due to crying. Rosângela Moraes was nothing more than a ten-year-old girl who lived in hell surrounded by demons. How could an angel be born in the hottest hell?That was the question everyone in the Moraes house was asking themselves. If that family of murderers and unscrupulous people still had some salvation, if one of them could go to paradise, that hope was reflected solely in that little girl.The little girl looked up to get a better look at the owner of the shadow that was approaching her. The eyes that previously reflected fear calmed down when they saw him. The boy, around thirteen years old, stopped in front of his cousin and looked at her from head to toe as if he wanted to check that there wasn't even a scratch on the delicate little girl.“Marcel no! “little Zanza quickly g
Elvis watched through the crack in the door as Lana was pacing back and forth in annoyance. He was probably arguing with the leader of the Moraes. The killer Max spent hours hiding behind the door just to hear the voice of the attractive psychologist. When he met Lana in the corridors of the Meneses' house, he courted her with flirtations that were always ignored by the Bolivian woman.He diverted the psychologist's attention when he felt his ear being pulled hard in such a way that the person attacking him wanted to rip it out of place. He let out an exclamation of pain and looked at his attacker, recognizing his blond hair and furrowed eyebrows. Sparrow was a true little monster in the older Max's view, if he hadn't been the blonde's brother he would have killed her, better he would have been killed by her.“you pervert, get out from behind that fucking door!” Pardal pulled his brother to a corner of the room far away from the office where Marcel and Lana wer
Meneses walked back and forth in leader Faitão's office. The stress and pressure that leader Gabriela was under was visible. On the one hand, I wanted to kill Jonas in the worst possible way together with Ketyellen, but there was a side, however small, that understood leader Lopes' decision.The fat man with dark eyes smoked one cigar after another, leaving the room filled with gray smoke. Duarte listened to the growls of the leader Gabriela, silently completely ignoring the dissatisfaction of the angry Meneses.-That idiot Jonas deserves to die! “the smoke rose ghostly into the air. Duarte admired the gray cloud, remembering how Nenzinha hated the smell of Meneses' cigars. Suddenly the leader Faitão began to feel uncomfortable with the nicotic smell. “When I have the opportunity I will make a point of putting a bullet in his stupid face in person.Duarte got up from the armchair he was in and walked over to leader Gabriela, taking the cigar fr
The room was dark, except for the light creeping into the room from the hallway underneath the door. The hum of the monitor echoed throughout the room as Bruno slipped inside, closing the door slowly behind him. He walked like he was on water as he came across the room, to the side of the bed. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned closely down to the figure on the bed; their faces inches apart from one another.Just then the figure's head jerk a little to the side. His eyes slowly opening to see the face of Bruno before him."Hey," spoke Bruno in a deep whisper. "Did I wake you?"Ronnie closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. He was delirious, he thought to himself. He didn't understand what Bruno was doing here. What on earth did he want? As Ronnie tried to open his mouth to speak, he found that he couldn't. A tube was lodged deep into his throat, helping him breath. "Aaargghh," grunted Ronnie, shaking his head slightly from side to side.Taking this as a yes,
“Stay here,” spoke Darcy towards Flávio has he pushed him into the holding room, before closing the door behind him. Flávio frowned as he looked on at the surface of the door, before beginning to pace back and forth. He was still handcuffed. He needed to get out, he needed to go and find Renata. The plan was that Darcy would um-cuff him and let him slip out the back.It wasn’t a good five minutes later before Darcy appeared back into the room. Flávio turned towards the officer as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry about that,” mumbled Darcy looking over at Flávio as he pulled out a pair of keys from his jean pocket. “The easiest way of getting out of here is by going out through the back and into the alley way. No one will see you.”“Good,” replied Flávio taking a step towards where Darcy stood, holding out his wrists. Both men stood in silence, the only sound coming from the rattling of the mental cuffs as they were removed from Flávio ’s wrists.”Thank you Darcy,” whispered F
“Of course it was Bruno, damn it! Who else would it be?” Flávio voiced filled into the silence atmosphere of the apartment. “Bruno is the one who has this weird obsession with me. The reason he came to Port Charles was not because of some art show, he came here to meet me. He had been tracking me for weeks even before he stepped foot here. This whole thing is just a game to him. He has tooken Renata to get to me,” Flávio closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing on telling Darcy about the events prior that involved Bruno; he mentioned how Carla had ran into him at the Christmas tree lot but had not known who it was. “Bruno had then sent me Josslyne’s hat through the mail. I know it sounds crazy, but Bruno is obsessed. And now Renata has disappeared. “Darcy looked at Flávio for a long second before replying. He had known that there had been some connection between Bruno and him but he had known it was anything like this. “Do you know where Bruno would have taken Rena
Flávio stood outside Renata's apartment for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts before knocking on the door. Her father had told her that the only way to control São Paulo was the daughter of the little princess of Saudades, the woman had disappeared without leaving a But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. Lifting his hand, his knuckles tapped loudly against the maple wood of the door. He paused for a second listening for the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not hearing anything, he tried again; this time a little louder.Again, there was no answer.Frowning at little at this, Flávio debated on what to do next. He could easily turn on his heel and go back to the penth
...“Now why do you look so terrified Ms. McCall,” spoke Brunoas he continued to walk towards the hot tub. “Or should I call you Renata? What would you prefer?” His brown eyes sparkled down at her.“I would prefer if you would go to hell,” whispered Renata harshly, her face hard with determination. She didn’t know why Brunowas here, or how he had gotten into her apartment, the door had been locked. Her face might have read, confident but her heart was beating with cold fear at what this psychopath was going to do to her. Watching as he came around the side of the hot tub towards her, she tried to move swiftly away. However Brunohad reflects like a cat.Brunohad grabbed her by the wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back as he forced her out of the water, onto the snow cover patio. “Now play nice, Renata,” he spoke into her ear, a smile appearing on his face once again. “Chico wouldn’t want you being rude, now would he?”“Chico wouldn’t want you touching me,” spat Renata in respons
At the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately recognized that foul-smelling room; it had been her captivity for the past five days. It was dark, with only a small opening high on the wall as her sole chance to know that a world still existed outside.This time, she couldn't move. Her assailant and kidnapper used all his strength and tools to torture her, especially with ropes whose ends had iron claws, tearing pieces of her already exposed skin on her back. Her clothes were in tatters, and when she could move, she did her best to appear presentable.This time, she had to pretend to faint from the pain, as had happened on the first day when he twisted her ankle, crushing any hope she had of escaping. He tormented her both physically and mentally every day.In the outside world, she hoped her friends were searching for her. It was what kept her strong and lucid enough to endure. But that didn't mean she would wait. Her captor, a cold hanyou seeking the remaining shards of the four-
Two pairs of eyes stared at the board lying before them taking in everything and nothing at once. Their concentration was so great that it could no longer be felt, it just was. At first glance it appeared to be a game board of some kind, perhaps something a little like chess. First glance would not be wrong. It was a game, a game older than time itself, a game that has been before there was. The board was vast and yet small in comparison to the game itself, existing everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was complex. So much so that the rules could not be taught, they must be known. And yet there was nothing simpler. Contradiction at its truest form."The players appear to all be in place," the first voice said. It was a surprisingly light voice, considering all that was behind it. And if one listened closely one could hear the dry humor that seemed laced through it, as though every little irony it encountered amused it.The eyes belonging to the voice that had not yet spoken fli
Guilherme and Renata got out of the taxi in front of the ten-story building that Guilherme had rented through Airbnb on Marginal Tietê.It was Renata's dream to visit São Paulo, but her parents forbade her. They were scared to death of the big city.At nineteen years old, the young woman had to run away, just like this time, she pretended to her mother that she was going to Tocantins, got on a plane and was in São Paulo. The city shone, she loved it, even with her heart beating wildly.Uber helped to unload the bags, Guilherme paid and Renata jumped with joy.“We're in São Paulo” she said “My parents are going to kill me, but I can't believe I'm making my dream come true.“I don't know... But if you're happy, so am I.”Renata narrowed her eyes, Guilherme blew her a kiss.“Besides all the thongs and bikinis you bought at Riviera...”Guilherme took the bags."Open the door please. The building is very modest and has no doorman. I did as you asked. A
He gently touched his wife's belly, every time he touched it he felt the baby move as if the child knew that the father wanted to feel him.— I hope that at least on my birthday I won't work. — Karina rubbed her face against her husband's neck, her hands delicately caressing his chest through his clothes.— On your birthday I will only be yours and our daughter's.The name he chose for his daughter was a tribute to his late wife from his first marriage, whom she had loved intensely. Karina didn't mind giving the baby that name, she gladly accepted, wanting to please her husband's wishes.Even after having married another woman and having lived with her for fifteen years, who was now about to give birth to his daughter, Duarte could not forget Nenzinha, he loved her in the same way and intensity.Life was smiling again, he was older. Despite feeling old, judging by all his years, he understood that it was not the end, it was not too late t