Amar Bail Novel Novels & Stories

Alaia says. “Shit…” I say. “Calm down baby girl… all you need is to talk to her tonight, and if she wears the same clothes as you see in the video… you can ask her” Alaia calm me down and give me a cup of water. “Shit…” I take the water and drink it… then I back to my desk. It’s time to go home, I walk to the parking lot with Alaia… “Where’s Riley?” I say. “Babysit her new princess,” Alaia says. “W… what?!” I say in a high tone. “Yeah… The new girl” Alaia rolls her eyes. “Ahahaha… damn Riley” I laugh. “She’s so cute, I knew they will be a great couple,” Alaia says.

"One of the Mafia was arrested, the deaf guy. Once he was released and questioned back at the base, he said someone, a certain Becca, tried to force information out of him. Dan reacted on impulse when he heard the name, so he sent me to find out." "Let me guess. You plucked a single strand of my hair when you intentionally bumped into me, didn't you?" "Becca, I..." "I can't hear anymore of this." I said and walked past him. Something new to me. It was either I finish you off or let you live, only pain would be present to keep you company, clinging to you like a lost puppy. The smoke from our cars had ceased, the scene remaining in ruins. I decided on walking on the sidewalk along the old, sc

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the impact of the gunshot. But then, one of the men’s phones buzzed. A pause. They exchanged looks and nodded at each other, like they were communicating in some sort of unspeakable language. “Change of plans,” the tall one, who seemed to be their leader, said. “You are wanted alive.” “What? Who?” “Elio.” Just one word. And suddenly, I wished they’d just killed me. “Knock him out,” the leader said, marching out already. I didn’t even get to scream before something cracked against my skull and dropped me into darkness.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

“Which you won’t. Not with Aiden in control. We’ll make sure you stay here until you die. Forgotten in a white room with your pills and your fake progress reports.” Tears burned the corners of my eyes before I could stop them. No. I wouldn’t cry. Not in front of her but before I could stop them Mable had noticed. “Is that tears I see?” she mocked. “Oh, Alison… crying won’t change anything.” She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs, admiring her freshly manicured nails. “Oh, before I forget,” she added, looking up. “Aiden won the election. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Each shot was calculated, each movement purposeful. One of the men tried to escape, bolting toward the staircase, but Aiden was faster. He aimed and shot the man in the leg, sending him sprawling to the ground with a cry of pain. Amira approached the injured man, her gun steady as she crouched beside him. Her voice was icy, each word measured. “Who?” The man winced, clutching his leg as blood pooled beneath him. He hesitated for a moment, then spilled the name of his boss, his voice trembling.

“a maid of the crescent moon pack wants to find a mate? Hilarious! I stepped under the moon light and I saw the bound tied to someone. The beta stepped forward and thankfully, it was Crane. I smiled. I was so happy. I was worried that I will be paired with someone who will not want me but thankfully it was my first love. “I, Amelia is chosen by the moon goddess to by beta Crane’s mate.” I said with an eager voice. Finally, everything will be okay. I will no longer be treated like dirt and I will be protected by my love, I thought. but everything took an unexpected turn. “I Crane Crescent, reject you as my mate.” Crane said looking me in the eye. The bound immediately broke. I was speechless

It has been hours since Caterina has been in this room. The old raggedy clock on the wall reads 11:15 and the moonlight shines through the boarded-up windows, telling her it is late at night. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together. Her stings from the stench of dirty water dripping from the pipes and her body itches from the overall disgust of the room. Different thoughts run through her mind and none of them are pleasant. Just yesterday, her biggest problem was her abusive boss who was already taken care of. Now, she's caught in a Mafia's game.

I hope Abby will agree with me to go to the mall today. "Okay, I'll just wait outside until she comes," "Are you sure?" asked the guard. I smiled at him, “I’m sure, don’t worry about me.” ******** After one hour of waiting, Abby and Fabian arrived and they had a lovely smile on their faces. Abby stepped out of the car and greeted me with wide surprised eyes, “Oh goodness! Ella! You’re back, why are you here? Is there any problem?” I shook my head and chuckled softly, then Fabian observed me in silence. Oh, the mafia boss’ stares looked so dangerous. I have to act normal.

The wheels screeched as he hit the brakes. “Grace reached early morning today and has gone to the pack house,” was all he said with a tight expression before he started the car and raced towards the pack house. Leaving a message to Nic, I called Liam to inform about this as Gabriel drove like a madman. He didn’t like when someone messed with his pack, which Alpha would for that matter. A burly guard rushed towards us with a grim face when we reached. “The pack is safe. It is that girl in jail,” he drawled.