A Moba Novels & Stories

“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

“No. Someone worse. The Protocol is evolving because it’s scared. It detected a rival.” Camilla narrowed her eyes. “A rival?” Sombra’s voice dropped. “A counter-AI. Unaccounted for. Origin unknown. It’s been probing the Protocol’s defenses. You think this is the endgame? It’s not. It’s a war between ghosts—and we’re all just collateral.”

They came from different groups but shared the same goal: to take the mind control chipset. “Which one does my boss want, Robert?” said the Blood mafia representative. He wanted to ensure the device his boss wanted was genuine. Robert smiled, without responding to the mafia representative's words, he opened his suitcase and showed him the dangerous device he had made. There was a chipset with a brain logo, several serums to support the chipset, and a small box containing the algorithm to recreate the dangerous device. Soon, he closed his suitcase again. “Then where is the money I want?”

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”

A United States MC against some unknown Russian force? Crow broke the silence, “Well, Fuck me…” The men all nearly jumped at his statement. Breed looked from the man approaching the compound over to his IT. Crow slowly shook his head. “If they are who I think?” He seemed to be stymied. “Like who?” Greer asked in frustration, stress obvious on his face. Crow sat back in his chair. “A special team sent out by the Bratva.” “The Russian mob?” Maverick asked. “Yeah.” Crow nodded. “They are a myth on the net… nameless and faceless. They appear out of nowhere, take men and their empires down, then take the men away. Reportedly to be executed by The Bratva Mob.”

“What do you mean, inaugurate me?” “The Mob League,” Ethan explained, leaning forward, his hands resting on the table. “It’s an underground league for the top leaders of the world—powerful figures who control entire territories, criminal empires, you name it. They’ve chosen you. Ivy’s been trying to contact you about it.” Sasha raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t,” Ethan said. “It’s secretive. And they don’t choose people lightly. But they’ve been watching you, and now they want you in. It’s a big deal. And it’s dangerous.”

Arabella said, her gratitude overflowing. Gideon nodded and then turned his attention to the severely injured Shaun. In an instant, Shaun felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss, consumed by fear. For the first time in his life, he experienced terror of this magnitude. Who was this man? "I am a senior member of Moblathos! If you kill me, the consequences will be unimaginable!" "Moblathos?" Gideon paused, then said coldly, "I've heard of it." Shaun sensed a glimmer of hope. "Moblathos is a world-class power, mysterious and formidable. Young man, why don't we form an alliance? Heal my injuries, and together, we can take these women back to Moblathos.