Gu Man Novel Novels & Stories

17🎄A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER Chapter 17: I miss you Gunther "I'm a MAFIA and no one, absolutely no one touches what's mine" he said. On hearing him say this, Evelyn couldn't help but shiver. Did he say mafia? Never in her life has she met one but from the stories that she had heard, she knew they were cru*l and grues0me. He just proved that by sh00ting a man dead without stressing out.

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

[Not long after I started my new job, the man of the house told me he was going on a trip, leaving me by myself. [However, no sooner had he left than his dad showed up...] The word 'trip' stopped me in my tracks. I had just come back from a trip myself, and I had a housekeeper at home too. I kept reading. [He pulled me into the bedroom, and I was too scared to fight back. Afterward, he warned me to keep quiet. I was terrified!] [I just found out I'm pregnant, and the man of the house has just returned. I don't know what to do!]

Despite his words being below a whisper, I heard every word. Manny got to work on freeing me from my restraints. First, he started cutting through the chains attached to my legs. It surely took him some time. Eventually, he succeeded. “The name’s Manny, by the way, and the goofball eyeing us from up there is Gus. He’s my brother,” Manny acknowledged, breaking the silence surrounding us. Manny was your standard, everyday grotesque guy—medium height, short jet-black hair, a small head, and a long body. He looked like a man built for boxing. You could pretty much find him anywhere, considering he wouldn’t stick out from a crowd.

Uno stated directly, prompting Manuela to move towards the bed. "You mean I'm sleeping on the floor? You're really going to make me sleep on the floor?!" "It's better than not sleeping at all. And this is my room; the bed is mine," Uno said, returning his attention to his book. "I know you're difficult, but this is ridiculous! Don't you know how to be a gentleman? Isn't that kind of behavior unheard of in the mafia?" Manuela snapped angrily. "Gentleman, my ass. Why would I give away what's mine? Just be quiet," Uno retorted, amused by their standoff.

Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..

Florence said as she led Zeno through the sliding door. Zeno was right. The moment he entered the building, he noticed it was a grand casino—not a local one. There were no brawls in the corners; this was a mafia casino. The people here looked like they’d been bathing in money since birth. Armed guards were placed at every table to eliminate any form of "imbalance." Zeno felt Meyer behind him as they walked across the floor. He noticed the girls were wearing sexy but conservative outfits, which surprised him. They walked past the tables until they reached a dark corner with a lift.

To say that mafia life is not boring is to have no idea. Surely the "rank and file soldiers", as I call them, have action and all those dangerous tasks that come to mind when we think of the term "mafia". The problem is that not everyone in that world is “private”. I certainly wasn't. I was the "prisoner-guest." I had been practically locked in my room for a week and except for visits from Cami and G, I was alone. At least I had my laptop to write and not go crazy. The positive part of my isolation is that I made a lot of progress in the new novel. My imagination, which previously seemed stunted, was now fired. The latest romantic incident (or whatever it was) with G had given me a needed pu

THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET. And then, I started to write. I let the adrenaline of the encounter bleed directly through my fingertips. I wrote about a man hiding in plain sight, and the woman who saw right through his grease-stained camouflage. Because if there was one thing I knew after surviving the Vane family, it was that the truth was always stranger—and vastly more profitable—than fiction.

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.