A Moba Novels & Stories

He answers. “I’m not in that life anymore.” I firmly state realizing he’s mob rich and I need to stay away. Thankfully, it’s my turn in line. I give the barista my order eager to get back to the break room that is for staff only. However, when I go to pay the handsome mob man offers his black credit card to the barista as he comes to my side. “Please, allow me to pay for your order, and…” he pauses looking at the barista’s name tag. “Molly, could you please add a large Americano and lemon blueberry scone.”

Without wasting another second,she rushed out of the house and minutes later, she found Mira standing by the roadside. Before Mira could even greet her, Ria grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward an empty area behind the road. “I need your help.” Mira blinked in confusion. “What help—” Before she could finish, Ria snatched the phone from her hand,this time she downloaded the newest version of Mobo. She had already tried the old version repeatedly. She had updated it countless times but yet nothing She had even used her mother’s phone. Nothing had worked. But the moment the new version opened on Mira’s phone, the screen lit up.

Brett gets on his knees in front of her and says, “We have to take you to the hospital. Oh my God. Oh my God. What the fuck was that?” “Let’s go,” her friend says. She sounds like she’s going to cry. “You’ll need stitches. That looks…that’s…I can’t believe Mary did this. She stabbed you!” Laura looks around in confusion, as if she just remembered that she’s surrounded by people. Her face flushes, and she looks at her friends and her face crumples. The sound of her crying gets me out of my trance, and I blink as I look around. Everyone is looking at me. I see my mother’s face in the crowd. Her face is pale. Dad is standing beside her. His expression is a reflection of hers. And then there’s M

And that was kind of pain she constantly learned to bear stoically. "Alright, then. If that's what you have decided. We have no rights to block you. You were one of the best marketing supervisor we have ever had, Taya." "Thank you, Sir." Her voice shook but she remained calm. "May I ask a question, where are you moving to?" "I am still thinking." Taya murmured. The next minutes, Taya was already out of the building, walking her way to the parking lot of the company building. She knew what she would do next. Disabling her car's alarm, Taya unlocked the doors. She half ran towards her ready car and pulled the door open.

They both look at the computer and get up. Sebastian makes two coffees as Temperance opens the email. “It’s from Alpha Mitchell. He says his trackers are tracking six bands of rogues, moving in neutral zones toward Biczi,” Temperance shows Sebastian. “All roads lead here,” Sebastian reads as he hands her a cup. “This is insane. Mitchell is offering troops.” “We publish 35,000 warriors in our reports, but we have never shared our true number,” Temperance tells him. Sebastian smirks, “Yeah, that was MY Dad’s idea. Mom said she convinced Zach to leave it.”

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

With a wave of Tai’s hand, True Saint’s energy erupted, sending Moby flying. His actions also shocked everyone present. ‘He even dares to attack a member of TSA! ‘The Palmore family is too arrogant!’ Moby did not suffer any harm, but he was shocked. He looked at Tai angrily, but he did not dare to say anything. Tai was indifferent. Moby was just a Pre-Saint, so what if he was a direct affiliate of the Saints Association? With the grandmaster’s status in the Saints Association, a Pre-Saint nobody like Moby was nothing to the Palmore family.

"Well, my master, Yohan Bozad, has sent me here to Draconia on a business trip." Mobius explained earnestly. "Master Bozad has been taken ill, and he needs the mystical medicine of Draconia to recover. And I happened to find out that you own a Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that supposedly prolongs a person's lifespan, and Master Bozad is interested in buying it. You may name any price you wish." Frank understood right then—Mobius must be one of the foreign businessmen who had dealings with Droitner Inc. Mobius would not have found out about the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom otherwise.

Ella stared outside the window at the vanishing city, a city that she was seeing for the last time. ‘ The journey to Japan wasn't all that unpleasant, actually I think I enjoyed the flight with my mother-in-law ’

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t