Mala Mano Novels & Stories

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

She said as she cried heavily, as she was dragged off the house. The man with the gold teeth grimaced. “You are now a property of The Shadow Empire”

His men then pulled out some sockets and attached it into Adiante's boxers and I could swear it was on his dick. Diego turned to him holding a remote. "So, Adiante. Have you heard about keeping your body to yourself? if you have then why all the rape attempts? what was your win anyway? what would you have gained if you had ruined her? sometimes I ask myself if being in the Mafia means going extremely insane yunno, just because you hold a little power doesn't mean you get to treat people as objects, well it's too bad your mother hadn't told you this earlier, because it's too late to change ", he said and clicked on a button and Adiante started to vibrate, struggling forcefully on the chair, h

Even as he was using me to punish me, my vagina was opening for him, swallowing his anger. I realized then that I truly only have one thing left to help me. My brother had abandoned me. Diana had turned away. Maria had won the hearts of the pack. All I have is my vagina. I have to use my body to make Ricardo forget Maria. I have to make him so addicted to the way I feel, so obsessed with the way I scream his name, that he won't be able to lift a hand against me, no matter how many tears Maria sheds. As he finished inside me and rolled away without a word, I lay in the dark, my skin stinging and my heart aching. I looked at the ceiling and made a silent vow to the Goddess.

The thump from her stumble must have carried. “What was that?” the other man asked, snapping his head toward the door. Marco didn’t move. “Probably just rats,” he said coolly, without looking up. “Finish it.” The other man hesitated, then nodded. There was a pause, a tension thick enough to cut through. Then—crack. A new sound this time. Not a fist. Glass. Mia flinched again, barely suppressing a gasp as the unmistakable sound of a bottle being smashed against flesh echoed from the room.

and manly. "What is wrong with me??"

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

I saw him turning my body slightly with his webbed claws so that the bandaged wound on my waist was facing him. He raised his sharp webbed claws and carefully tried to untie the bandage wrapped around my abdomen. His frown deepened. He was obviously impatient with the bandages. As he was afraid of hurting me, he carefully hooked the edge of the bandage with his blade-like webbed claws. The transparent membrane in between the five fingers of a merman’s web claw made it extra challenging to do this. But he seemed to be afraid of causing me the slightest pain. A puzzled yet serious look appeared on his face, like a mathematician trying to solve an equation.

Ella grabbed the menus and looked over the cuisines the restaurant had to offer. “Madame, Sir may I take your order please?” The waitress assigned to the table said, humbly in a professional tone drawing the attention of Ella and Keenan. Keenan’s eyes roamed the waitress from top to bottom liking what he was seeing, He cleared his throat and looked at the menu again. “I’ll have the Manti : Mini Ravioli and Red wine” He said flipping the menu down. The waitress quietly wrote the meal down and she turned to Ella. “You miss? Anything you’d like to order?” She asked holding her pen on the page not yet to write down the order.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.