A Moba Novels & Stories

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.

A glance revealed Moana’s name on the screen. “I heard you got your first case!” Moana’s chirpy voice rang through the phone. We might have been mother and daughter, but in moments like these, she was just like a giddy school friend. “Yeah,” I hesitated. The truth would be too much for her to handle. “It’s just a problem with a bad tenant. The client wanted to keep things confidential.” A laugh. “Always the mysterious ones, huh? Well, as long as you're safe and doing what you love.”

Bryce said with a wink and then turned to walk out. "I'll be on my way home." Turning to walk out, he then continued to say, "There is someone who wants a loan, make sure you see to that. You decide if he gets the money." Bryce said nonchalantly because he was supposed to handle that matter, but then he didn't. With a sigh through Roman's lips, he stood up to walk his grandfather out. The base was built with modern technology. It didn't look like most run-down mafia bases but then it had its dark side.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

He asks in one swift move, Zama is floating on air suspended. “Hey guys.” He adds. “Long time no see.” “Möbius, you bastard.” Owen charges forward. “Remember your babies.” Möbius says in a singing tone, making Owen stop. “I don't want them though I only want their hot Mom.” He winks at me. “Please Möbius, I'll do anything, just let them go.” I beg.

Azure Dragon was the most powerful of the four elders. Moby dashed to the center of the open space and quickly looked around. "Moby Strong of the Beggars' Sect is the first to go. Who else?" His voice was clear and audible throughout the audience. The other sect masters looked at each other in blank dismay, and none dared to step forward to challenge. Moby had a terrifying aura, and no one wanted to be the first to suffer.

Max peels out, the tires screeching against the asphalt as they vanish into the dark city limits. Kris steps up beside me, his tactical vest still adjusted and ready. “What are we going to do if he doesn't make it to the clinic in time, boss?” I exhale a heavy, ragged breath, my shoulders dropping as I turn to face him. “He’ll make it,” I answer, my voice a low, grim promise. “Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.”

She moaned for effect, her eyes half closed and still on Eron as she grinded even more into Mikel. His breasts. His lips. His body. All on another man. He growled lowly in rage and was out of the room in no time, his head spinning. As soon as he got out, his fists began connecting with the wall countlessly, he couldn't believe he had just watched his woman get touched by another man. She loved it, he thought painfully. Get a grip, Eron. Get a grip. His subconscious kept telling him. A Mafia Lord shouldn't be this much of a pussy. Mikel had to die, he reasoned as his forehead rested on the wall.

Mr. Bradley’s voice thundered across the yard as he hobbled after a young woman, his cane wagging in the air like a sword. "I don't ever want to catch sight of you near my farm again, you mischievous rascal!" he bellowed, his old legs struggling to keep pace. The woman, quick on her feet and even quicker with her apologies, darted toward the door. "Apologies, Mr. Bradley. I'll seek your permission next time," she called over her shoulder, skirting out before he could change his mind.

Instead, she stood frozen. "Misaki, have I taught you nothing?" "Mother," she blurted out. Shock and fear were evident in her tone. Her initial thought was to end the call immediately, but now that her mother knew where she could be, it would be a waste of time avoiding her. "I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama."