A Moba の小説・ストーリー

The police officer attached to the polling unit has already run away in fright, after seeing the mob in a distance, and how irate they look. “Mom, let's leave here before the matter gets worse, we can't hang out here for long” Mora panicked cringing at her mother. Mama Sarah chuckled, “Why are you scared, Mora? Those are just small flies exercising their willful thoughts, they won't be able to do anything at all”. Mora glanced at her mother confused, she was anxious, at that moment she heard a painful wailing, and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw the two men in robes, beating the mobs without breaking a sweat, even frightening some to abandon their weapons and run away.

Have fun! Moby: You too, baby. Enjoy yourself.

He moaned while taking me right against the wall. I love you!! *********

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

Kiara looked at Angelo and asked him. “What is he talking about?!” "You mean your dad! He's definitely more powerful and powerful than he's just a real estate broker!!" "like what ?!" Kiara asked him. "I don't know, but surely he has something that they want so badly and they can't...." "Wait!" she interrupted him. Can they track me using my mobile number?! Angelo stared at her. He started opening his mouth to say something, then came back and fell silent and looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking a little.

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

Emma crouches next to me. "Yeah." I draw my hand back. "Why is it like this?" "See any flags in there?" I look hard. "No." "They're hidden well tonight." She adjusts her swim cap. "Riverheist is basically capture the flag underwater." "That's really neat." A grin pulls at my lips. "I can't believe I've never heard of it." "It's not that popular, I guess. We only play one team around here. They're brutal, though." I stand up. "They're that good?"

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

Right now, they were on their way back to the villa, and Drey and Marie were seated at the back, while Bob and the other guard sit in front. “Did you track the plate number as I asked you to? Drey asked, in direction to Bob. “Yes sir. But as we thought, it was a stolen truck which got missing yesterday morning. We tracked down the actual owner and he turned out to be a farmer in the hillside.” Bob replied, his eyes steady on the road. “Find out exactly where it got stolen, and gangs around that area that might have anything against The Shadow Empire. I want my hands on him tonight.” Drey folded his hands in anger, and Marie could see the literal rage in his eyes.