Inner Moka Novels & Stories

"We can't do this. Whatever happened last time was a mistake, and it's not happening again." "We both know it's not a mistake. You want me as much as I want you. Why do you keep denying yourself what you want?" He closed his eyes as if fighting an internal battle, and when he opened them, they were cold and the protector font was back on. "I am a golden guardian, and we don't give into our desires. It's an internal sin."

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

IRIS The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glow reflecting across the insanely sleek, modern kitchen. Everything about Maverick’s house screamed wealth and power. But none of that mattered now. Because I had been standing in front of the world’s most complicated coffee maker for the past ten minutes, trying to figure out how to turn it on. I pressed a button. Nothing happened. I pressed another. The machine made a low humming noise, and for a second, I thought I had finally won.