Din Muktar Novels & Stories

Opening my eyes, I met Mark's fearful gaze and turned my head to find Tom face down, being subdued by two guys I had never seen before. “Miss Martin, it's good that you've calmed down.” My eyes fell on a man about Dad's age, with a Latin accent and smiling gently at me. How he could smile with everything that was happening in this room? “Do you work with Alex?” I asked once my mouth was freed. “No, Miss.” The man, without losing his good mood, proceeded to take off his white hat he wore almost to his eyes “Let me introduce myself, my name is Diego Gómez and before you say it, yes. I was Daniel's father.”

Opening the door, I'm not sure how to feel when I see who's at the door. Malik. He's completely soaking wet, as he stands there, looking forlorn. His hair is batted against his forehead, raining dripping steadily down his cheeks to his chin and to the floor at my feet. Even his dark jacket shows no sign of being even slightly dry in this weather. "What-"

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

The room was dark and quiet, the only source of light being the fire place that burned and heated up the otherwise cold room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with a chair at both ends, Damian sat on one with Don and Leo standing behind him while Jamal Murray, a bald black man that looked to be in his mind forties with dark unforgiven eyes and a sharp cunning smile sat at the other with a stone faced guard standing behind him. Jamal was one of the few men who weren't born into this world but had managed to carve a place in it for themselves and he wasn't just some local boss running a small operation and raising his shoulders, He was the leader of the fucking Underground.

Alpha Darren never played around when it came to Diana. After being kicked out of the room, he went straight to Miranda to warn that woman to never make Diana sad again. “It is truly an honor to meet you.” Miranda smiled broadly and bowed respectfully. Honestly, Alpha Darren was fed up with that woman. If she wasn't Diana's mother, maybe Alpha Darren would have gotten rid of that woman already. Unfortunately Diana was deeply loved with a woman who couldn't even be called a mother because of how badly she treated Diana.

On the left hand side sat a woman in her 30s, she was dressed in a black and white one piece suit combo, her heels were not seen due to the table, her hair was platinum blonde, while her skin was light she coated her lips with red matte lipstick, and a frown on her face, She was Miranda Smart, the woman in charge of Marketing at Black Entertainment. To Miranda's left was the Manager in charge of Black Entertainment, Justin Arnell, the no 2 man after Mr Black who sat at the right of the head of the table. At his left were DD, Doris Denver and Fredrick Onair, they were mainly in charge of production. They were all very intimidating and looked the part with their stern looks, and were certainl

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Enemies. Alexandro didn’t blink. His mate was inside. And the next time he held her, he would never let her go. he would do anything to get her back, and he could even die for her in that moment.

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.