Mah Boi Novels & Stories

# Bonus Chapter 13: The Boyfriend His name was Daniel Park. He was seventeen. He drove a sensible car, got decent grades, and had the misfortune of falling for Emma Morrison—whose father was Duke Morrison, president of the Riot Kings, six foot two, two hundred and fifteen pounds, and deeply opposed to the concept of teenage boys. Emma brought him home on a Sunday. Presented him at the front door like she was presenting evidence in a trial. "This is Daniel. He's been driving me to school for two weeks and I should have mentioned it sooner but I wanted to make sure he wasn't weird first." She looked at Duke. "He's not weird."

She didn't even know his age. "I'm 20." "Good, your age mates are getting engaged!" He scoffed, engaged? 21st century? "I'm not interested... And she has a boyfriend." There was a pause. "Touchè, there are still many other girls out there. Come on, you have the looks and the charisma." "I'm not interested." He stated simply. "From your tone, I have a good feeling you have stopped your man whore phase?" He chuckled, stopping to lean against the wall, "I have."

"The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world." She reached over and lightly tapped Lia's forehead. "And he fell in love with a girl who apologizes to chairs after bumping into them." Lia looked offended. "They have feelings too." Emma blinked. "The chairs?" Emma stared at her for another second before letting out a dramatic sigh. Lia crossed her arms. "My point is that he really likes me.” Emma laughed. Not the sweet kind of laugh a best friend was supposed to give, but the merciless laugh that screamed, Sweetheart, reality is about to hit you with a frying pan.

He placed me on my feet once he had pulled out of me and said "I have more I want to do but that will be good for now." Holy fuck my mate is an animal!

The asshole is beautiful. And he totally knows it too. There is mirth in Logan's eyes, and he still isn't covering up his abs. He keeps dabbing at them. "I was at a different party earlier and had the brilliant idea to let some girls paint on my skin. They had a little too much fun." "I can see that," why haven't I left the bathroom already? It's obviously occupied! "I like the red handprint on your pec. It reminds me of Kocoum from Pocahontas." What the fuck am I even saying? Why am I making conversation?

Hayden asks changing the topic. Harsh immediately gives answers with reports as evidence. "They have begun rebelling, and they are using their weapons against the weak." Harsh starts, presenting pictures of their deeds. "And their leader is a black, he is from Africa. His name is Paul Ebuka." Harsh concludes, Hayden is quiet for a while. "Is there any vacancy in our staff?" He asks instead, Harsh nods. "Good, cause I have a certain someone in mind." He says, eyes distant.

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.

The ghost smile returns and I find myself slowly giving him one of my own. "Alright well. . . My name is Loa Vera-" "Your name is strange." He comments and I chuckle. "I take no offense to that, I like it. Kinda like Aloe Vera." "It's bitter." He raises an eyebrow at me and I nod. "But has healing properties, and it's also known for numerous things like curing acne, soothing cuts, and burns." He nods approvingly, "Continue." "I'm 17, I uh . . . what else?"

𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗛𝗜'𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 Age - 27 I*******m singer and Dancer Roohi's friend Loves her secretly Calls her Bhootni Childhood besties Understand her without even her words Supports her no matter what "She is my life, how can anyone take it away. Is it a dessert?" 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘁