Horse Mafia Blessings Novels & Stories

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

Before long, the old men of the Five Families had begun calling me by a new title: Capo dei capi. Boss of bosses. … One year later. I hosted a Viktory banquet at my private estate on Long Island. The ballroom blazed with light as representatives from every major faction raised their glasses with polished smiles. A year ago, some of these same people had questioned my right to lead. Now they lined up to toast me. I stood alone on the terrace, the ocean wind brushing against my skin. Footsteps approached from behind. My newly appointed Consigliere, a striking mixed-race man in his early thirties with a lean frame and handsome features, gently draped a coat over my shoulders.

he tried kissing me after that but, I pushed him away from me with all my might. He looked at me, shocked. "Don't you get it?! We can't be together! You can't be with a girl like me! I'm... I'm a Mafia! Do you really intend to spend the rest of your life with a Mafia?!!"

“Fated mates? Pfft! That bitch needs to stop controlling her wolves or else I throw her to the whorehouse myself.” “Careful now, young master. She may not be physically here but she observes us from afar.” He handed me a tray of shot glass and a bottle, and I snatched the latter and wolfed its content right to my mouth. “She hasn’t given me my Moon Blessing so I have the rights to soil her damn name.” After I drank all what remained in the wine, I threw the bottle aside. For mafia famiglias who are descendants of the High Alpha, each of us is gifted with the Moon Blessing which brings out the full potential of our strength. When an heir reaches eighteen, they are given a test by the moon god

“Flame on!” Filling the place with a scream as a cheerful voice set the reaps of their reward on fire, marking that mischievous voice with his cunning blue fire from his stolen and owned demons' flame. His once pure soul tainted as a known mafia in his alternate world marks his very commandment of Faith and Honor. Taking their heads and sight looking up and directly unto the direction and claiming the glow of someone’s golden eyes, he jumps right in the middle of his flame snapping it gone together with the rewards that did not leave a trace behind.

He laughed, pulling me against his chest. "Naughty," he teased. "I've waited for you all these years…" His hand traced along my waist, suggestive. "Don't you think it's time for a reward?" I smiled and kissed him. … Three months later, in the Massimo family chapel, the priest sprinkled holy water on my infant son's forehead. All the Mafia bosses stood in solemn respect. Elio held our son, tucking the badge coiled with the black mamba into his swaddling.

And I didn't ask again. Our meals arrived, and I suddenly gulped because I had a feeling that the meals he was ordering were delicious. Before we started eating, the mafia boss told me to lead the pray first, and I followed his order. “Lord, as we gather here before this table, we pause to give thanks for the bounty of the earth from which this meal came forth. Create in us a new spirit, that we may bear fruit for others, and so share our life with the world. Furthermore, thank you for your great love and blessing over our lives. Thank you, that your favor has no end, but it lasts for our entire lifetime. Forgive us for sometimes forgetting that you are intimately acquainted with all of our

“The service is starting.” “Dearly beloved,” The Priest starts. “We are gathered today on this Monday morning to support one of our very own. A pinnacle of strength in our chapel, Mrs. Park as she mourns the death of her child, Jack Park. A young promising life that was cut short unexpectedly by the hands of the evils that surround us in our community.” “That’s a new way to describe the mafia.” Rio jokes. “The evil. Has a nice ring to it.” “You really think the mafia killed Jack?”

I said, my voice quieter, “when you first brought me here… you almost… forced yourself on me. But then you suddenly stopped. And now you’re acting so differently. Was that you back then? Or… was it someone else?” He was silent for a long moment, his eyes dark with memory. Then he spoke, his voice low and full of genuine regret. “I’m sorry for that,” he said. “That was Moses. My wolf. He wanted to bond with you instantly, to make sure you wouldn’t be able to leave us.” “Us?” I said, my voice sharp with sudden interest. “What do you mean, us?” Enzo stood, placing his hands in his pockets. “Me and my wolf,” he said. “Moses. He’s truly part of me. He’s the one you saw when I transformed that nig