Hatfield Mccoy Book Novels & Stories

The fact that we had no idea what we were looking for made things harder than they already were. In his room, I found endless books about self-care, self-love, emotional health, and healing. This is the strangest thing I found about Hickman since I’d taken an interest in his life. How can a man who owns an overflowed set of inspirational books hurt a kid like Bobby? This just doesn’t make sense.

"Your reckless ambition blinds you to the realities of this world. Talent alone is not enough to carve out a place in this cutthroat landscape. Do you really think it is easy to build and handle an information center? With our capabilities and arrogance, you are not worthy of keeping information." Each syllable dripped with condemnation as Scorpio tore into the mafia boss's facade of confidence. She really wanted to crash him to death, but it would be against her principle. No matter what this foolish man did, it did not threaten her life. Thus, she needed not to kill him. "Your arrogance is a facade, a flimsy shield against the harsh realities of our world," she admonished. "You may hold sw

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

Did someone from her side betray her again? As she continued to read, Sherly's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the gravity of the accusations leveled against her. She felt like she wanted to vomit, like her heart was going to go out of her throat. The document painted her as a figure of fear and intimidation, a person capable of unspeakable acts of violence and retribution.

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

Harley said, cutting me off. I cursed myself in my mind. My habit of speaking too much had become a curse for me. Something would slip out one way or another. “It's public info.” Before she could argue, I asked, “So they just took everyone home?” “Yeah, keep trying to change the topic.” “I’m not changing the topic.” “Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.”

" Then the call ended. I returned to the picture and began to read more about Hellsgate. *** MC'COY'S PLACE, 4:00 AM My brain finally felt the need to sleep despite depriving me of it when I needed it, Now it was going to feel the same pain but I would probably lose the game. I had been binge-watching 'Crime and lollipop' a mystery serial that McCoy had. I discovered he loved mystery and would have wanted to become a legal investigator if he was human or a perfect criminal. I laughed at my own joke and it kind of helped with the paranoia I was feeling. I felt like Lilith would return.

Theo POV “Boss, you have to see this”, I hear one of my men say. I turn around and look at him, and he passes me his phone. He has been taking tabs on Everly and Spider. Spider has been keeping him updated on everything, and today he is taking Everly to a meeting with all the potential new leaders of the American mafia. Fucking great. That has everything been fucked up and exploded in their faces.

CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE: The door of the room opened and a man entered with a serious face, his gaze was sharp and hateful while staring at the petite woman sitting on the chair in a prison uniform handcuffed, her head was wrapped in a gauze. She was smiling gladly, but the man’s poker face was still. “So, I am here.” The man said while standing near the door. “Come and sit near to me,” The woman said. The man walked to the chair and sat, “Do you still have no regrets?” He asked.

The bastard that annoyed the crap out of me. "Six years and you still don't know how to pronounce my name. It's Schott not Scott." He corrected, annoyed. "I thought you were dead" I mumbled to which he rolled his eyes, "Correction, You wished I was dead." Indeed. "What do you want this time?" I took a seat on a chair across him. I remember being in this office exactly six years ago. I was seventeen. Now I'm twenty two, soon-to-be twenty three. "Remember the man I asked you to kill? Rafael?" He asked to which I nodded. Of course I remembered him. The leader of the Mexican Mafia.