Enmu X Douma Novels & Stories

The voice on the other end was deep, controlled, and completely unhurried. "Miss Arande." My grip tightened on the phone. "This is Marcus Donovan."

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

“His name is Maduka. Son of Obi, of the tribe of Obigwe, from the clan of Obigwenigwe and the true heir to the iron throne.” “Chime ooo (my god)” Chimba’s jaw dropped, “so…does that mean that the Hawk…I mean, Maduka is—” “Yes, Chimba” Bozo tugged the rein of his horse, “Maduka is my brother. And may his spirit not rest until I destroy everyone who soiled their hands in his blood.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

But I immediately stop as I see Tamarra, Toni’s wife who is cleaning her porch. “Great.” I mutter under my breath. I love Tomarra, she is like my best friend but right now, it’s not the moment. How can I tell her that I’m going to the Citadel because Eren turned twenty-five today? “Ola tati Tamarra.” Eren begins to wave at her. “Ola little Eren.” Tamarra waves back, a wide smile on her face. “Where are you going?” She asks, tying her red hair into a messy bun.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.