Fat Joe Novels & Stories

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

We quickly made ourselves look presentable for the call. Owen was giggling on the other line with Nate. "Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Nate let me have all the ice cream and chocolate tonight. I love it here! Bye!" Nate was looking busy on the other end he was juggling more ice cream to a plastic bowl and getting more chocolate from the fridge. We were laughing at him, Nate always had a soft spot for Owen. This happened every time he stayed over. "You are giving our child diabetes Nate, you do realize he will raise hell for the next couple of hours with those sweets right? Where's mom and dad? There's should be an adult in the house." Alex was mocking Nate now, making me giggled.

Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills.

Though that fun fact probably wasn’t going to be good enough to impress him right now. "You started it when you were 22 — that’s my age.” Lilith swallowed hard. Idiot! He hadn’t asked her for her age. She was so nervous, could hardly control what was coming out of her mouth. “Think you’ll make your first billion by 25, too?” he asked lightly, no one laughed, the atmosphere was tensed, this was the ruthless, youngest, selfmade billionaire, no one dares to misbehave in his presence. His not so funny joke didn’t help Lilith's nerves that she found his accent absolutely irresistible even as he was making fun of her in front of her peers.

The restaurant Catherine Hart chose was the kind of place where a salad cost fifty dollars and the waiters looked at you like they were doing you a favor by serving food. Maya sat across from her future mother-in-law, watching the older woman cut her salmon into precise, identical pieces. Everything about Catherine was controlled—her platinum blonde hair pulled back so tight it probably gave her headaches, her designer dress that cost more than most people's monthly rent, her smile that never quite reached her cold blue eyes.

the fat man said with a bright smile upon his face. “Twenty million to have some tea? Mr. Lee, you’re really extraordinary! Is Stephen Hendrix really worth twenty million?” Joshua Jones was a bald man, and his temples were prominent, indicating that he was a master of inner strength. “Shall I go and kill him for you?” “No, no, no!” The fat man immediately objected. “Let him live. There are still some uses for him!”

“We’ll get our morning snacks when we stop for gas.” “Just a half a beef jerky? Eww,” Gemma groaned. "Kyle that's gross." “Beggars can’t be choosers, Gemma. Besides, I don’t think you’ll starve to death between now and our first pit stop.” Gemma sat back in her seat with a dramatic sigh. “I just might. I need a mocha and a powdered doughnut, stat.” “Quit being overly dramatic. You’re not going to school to be a drama major,” Kyle laughed.

Jacob added "You're not fat--" "I know,it just makes me feel like I am though" "Well,can you just order Malik and I some pizza?" Jennifer asked. "Then you and Jacob can go to the store and get y'all stuff for the cold cut wraps" "Pizza doesn't make you feel fat?" Sophia asked "No" Jennifer replied. "But I do need to put on a few pounds I feel myself losing weight" Jennifer said as Sophia sighs "Fine, I'll order you and your bae some pizza" Sophia said as she clicked on the pizza menu on her phone.

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T