Fat Joe Novels & Stories

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

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 told him in a matter of fact while fatty just shamelessly chuckling and shrug it off. This is fatty, His name is Hong Paopao. He’s the servant that hired by my father and come here when I was 4. He’s my first friend even he’s a servant and is 4 years older than me. At first, he didn’t have the nickname fatty, He’s even slim to the point of seeing his rib through his skin.

Terra asks as they sit across from each other in Jollibee. This is Kate’s reward for taking in Ecto 2.0. Specifically, peach mango pie and fries. Lots of fries. A hill of fries. Terra’s munching on an Aloha Yumburger because #BaconIsBae. Kate has to admit she has missed fast food after her long camp internment. She suppresses a squeal of joy. “Hmm. That’s a tough one because there are so many to choose from. Marvel or DC?” “Either.”

Samuel struggled and wriggled, but he could not resist Fatso’s strength. Fatso’s nickname was not for nothing. He was big and fat with immense strength. “Look, there’s a big red patch on his butt. If you’re not Kenji, then who are you?” Fatso exclaimed loudly. Samuel panicked and retorted, “What are you talking about?!” “Enough with the pretending. I remember when I was chatting with your boss, he mentioned that you had a red patch on your butt. He said other people have birthmarks on their faces, but you have one on your butt!”

Nathan is my best friend but I swear if he doesn’t shut the hell up, I just might gut him. “how many times do I have to tell you, no damned pickles in my bloody burgers!” I screeched while spitting the half chewed burger back into the brown lunch bag. At least he had the decency to look terrified, “oh come on, it can’t possibly be that bad” he muttered while obviously trying to hold in his laughter, his brown eyes crinkling at the sides, the moron had done it on purpose. “is this payback? For disappearing to Hawaii? Because trust me you took the worst routes by messing with my burger, would you blame me for attempting to get a natural tan for myself? You have it oh so naturally” I muttered

He opened it and slipped his other hand in his pocket, s anning the available ingredients. He took out some vegetables and rice with hotdogs. "I'll make us some fried rice" he smiled. "You cook?!" "Yeah. Why is that so shocking?" "I didn't perceive you as the type to who could" " I had to learn for Karter. He dislikes food cooked outside" She watched him behind the kitchen counter and couldn't help ogling. *He looks so.... different. I didn't know he had this side to him* When he was done, they are together with Karter who was strapped in his personal chair. Carter sipped from his orange juice and looked down at his son who had his hand stretched towards his fathers drink.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.