Kobe From Slime Mafia Novels & Stories

“Your dream, Ella. Your ambition to change the city. It’s intriguing. And it got me thinking.” “I’m listening,” I responded warily. “If you go back to your firm, start with that small case I mentioned, and prove yourself, maybe then...” He trailed off, leaning in closer. “Maybe then, I can help you with a case that’ll give you a real fight against the mafia.” I almost choked on my drink. “You? Help me take down the mafia? Aren't you a part of it?” He smirked, revealing a hint of mischief. “Not my mafia, darling. Another one.”

Kale was still asleep that lazy bum. I was enjoying some music as well when suddenly there was a ruckus. Someone had come to the house. They were just breaking things in the house. "What do you want?" I asked them. Kind scared but I hid it. "We want Kale." They said sternly. "He is not here." I said. I will die before someone can hurt my bestfriend. Before I knew what was happening. Kale came to stand in front of me in a protective stance. "When will you pay my money." The leader of the group said.

voice two said. I slammed my fist down on the table. That voice I knew … plain as day. It was Stefan, Mikhail’s second. Chain smoking tends to make your voice memorable. “Those motherfucking spaghetti FUCKS,” I roared, jumping to my feet. I knew someone local had to be helping, but never in a million years did I suspect the stupid Italians. They played Emilia and mother for a fiddle, flirting and acting stupid. I should never have trusted it! “Get eyes on Lorenzo and his second, around the motherfucking clock,” I bellowed.

The lube had some weird effect— the moment it touched my sensitive skin, it heated up with a tingling numbness, making my whole body shake uncontrollably. "You've always been such a liar—mouth says no, but your body screams yes. Look at you, loving every second of it, you filthy slut," Brode said casually, pouring more lube over my outer labia. "Bullshit... it's you... it's this stuff that's fucked up... mmph..." I instinctively squeezed my thighs, but he slapped them hard—his rough palm whipping like a lash against my vulnerable clitoris. I shuddered all over, nearly screaming.

He was wearing all white, with a polo shirt and white cargo pants and white desert boot yeezy sneakers, our outfits complemented each other quite well. He ordered the uber once I had finished my makeup whilst I was pre-drinking. "You look good and smell good babe", he complimented me as we were walking out the building. "Thank you", I responded getting into the uber and connecting the aux. "SpongeBob pet Gary, I'm a slimy mother fucker, Lookin' for a fairly odd mother like my name Crocker, green goblin not the grinch, stealin' out the stockings, how to dance , the chick from grease the pots stole made from crocker, oh the teeny bop pull up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh) strong like a

I asked loudly to make sure that he could hear me. “Let’s just say that things are not so peaceful in our world right now. There are many…uncertainties,” Luka replied a little hesitantly. “What does that mean?” I asked, cluelessly. When he’s referring to ‘our world’ he means the mafia world, right? “There’s been more conflicts between the gang and smaller gangs lately. Small conflicts and small fights here and there. Nothing serious and nothing major but who knows where all of this can lead…” Luka said solemnly.

"We have a few hours before someone comes to disturb us, so try to sleep, we'll have a busy night at the club tonight." Kiara remained silent as she stared at him, not believing that he had held her in his arms. This must be a dream. Every situation with him seems unreal! He hugged her entire body with his body to sleep with her head on top of his chest his masculine scent made her limbs tremble again.. Kiara watched him sleep peacefully.. His name is Angelo from Angel of Angel perfectly suited to his appearance now he looks like an angel seeing his calm angelic face in this condition you would never guess he is a mafia boss! Angelo's steady breath made her eyelids fall asleep easily.

she said in a flat tone. “You can’t leave, Arabella…” “I am not your captive. You won’t keep me against my will. I have been a mafia captive once. I will not do it again…” “I am no longer a part of the mafia,” I replied. “You have nothing to worry about.” “I am getting out of here. I don’t care if you disagree or not. I’ll take care of myself from now henceforth. You have no obligations to me…”

The rest were falling victim to the slime one by one, and all with rather hideous results. Sia tried to dodge another attack, but the seven inch heels which she had obviously bought under Type influence slid through some of the residue slime causing him to land heavily on his butt right in middle of puddle of slime. “I just wanted some sushi,” he whined. Ray neatly blust through one of the slime men's. “How about some slug sashimi?” he called out. Sia face took on an unflattering shade of green.

he pleaded, shivering and still bleeding. The poor man had a family to feed, a wife and two children who were on vacation in Europe. He regretted ever turning down Logan's offer. "Too bad, I don't want your deal anymore you see, I want the whole company" Logan said, smirking. He had a way of getting whatever he wanted. He was the biggest mafia in the world.. they often referred to him as the alpha.. because he was so powerful. "Damon!" He called. Damon appeared from the front door holding some documents. He handed it to Logan.