Novel & Cerita Mamma Mia Fanfiction

“We were high school sweethearts. We were completely in love, Evan. We dreamed of a life together, long before he was ever dragged into the mafia.” “Oh, my god,” Evan breathes out, a hand flying to cover his mouth. “The dramatic irony is literally killing me. So… do you still love him?” “I don’t know,” I sob quietly, shaking my head. “Sometimes I think he still loves me, but then he turns so cold. His mother hates me. She threatened my family years ago to force me to leave him, and now she’s actively setting him up in an arranged marriage with a mafia princess. It’s a complete, toxic nightmare, and I am so entirely trapped.”

“I did. But he’s not yours. His father lives in Italy. We’ve been divorced for years. You should’ve done better research.” He said nothing, eyes like steel. “I came because your people made it very clear there was a hefty incentive,” she added, crossing her legs slowly. “But if there’s no paternity, there’s no deal. Shame. You’ve become even more attractive with age.” Gun stood slowly. “You’ll be escorted out.” “You’re still so cold, Gun.” He stared down at her. “You’re still so empty.” Back upstairs, Titan climbed onto Mia’s lap while she read to him, his head tucked into her shoulder like it was his second home. She didn’t even need to hold the book anymore he just wanted her heartbeat.

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

“Of course, sir. I will show with pleasure. But—” Mia is getting closer. Then she pushed the body down so he lay on the bed. Treated like that makes the man more aroused. Especially when Mia climbed on top of him. Stroking his body with her slender fingers. Managed to make the man shiver. His erection is back. “B-But, what? Say it,” said the man in a trembling voice. Mia chuckled a little. “You know exactly what I want, sir,” said Mia. “I want to make Lunatte feel like she is living in hell. I want everyone to lower Lunatte down. I want everyone to insult Lunatte. All! I really want it!” said Mia.

Just when I thought I was patching things with her, the moon goddess decided to punish me. ''You will be fine,'' Uncle Stephen assured me, and I said nothing. ''Alpha Ricardo.'' Christian spoke through mind link, ''Tell me,'' I responded. '' I just got reports. Mia is in a coffee shop with alpha Joshua.'' A sigh left my lips, ''Lord Dickson just left his house, so you can go in now and check through it,'' He announced, forcing me up on my feet. ''I have to go, uncle,'' I told uncle Stephen and teleported away.

Of course, on a normal day, I’d have chased them away while ordering them to never arrive at my house announced, but they had come with urgent business at hand and I knew i couldn’t postpron the meeting. I used to believe Mia hated most things related to the mafia. So far, from all what I’ve been able to gather on her after studying her, I knew she wasn’t fond of things related to mafia. Of course, she had been born into it and had grew up in it, but the sight of blood still makes her dizzy. It’s why I never even contemplated that she’d come over here, because I thought her dislike for the mafia would make her stay away, but I guess I was wrong.

While me, she don’t want to give me some food she cooked! “Master EL, if the Grand Alpha knows that Miss Athena has another man she likes, for sure your father is going to help this guy to steal Athena from you. So, I did not immediately tell you. Or more clearly, I really have no intention of telling you that. But with the reaction you are showing me right now... You seem to have feelings for Miss Athena, at least.” "Nothing!" I denied to Lucah’s last words. Then the door opened, and Mia met me. She was surprised. "Where is that woman?!" I instantly asked her, she know who I am referring.

“Desi, I think you need to get rid of this milk. I don't like it.” “Yes, Miss." Desi rushed over to Miya but... the clinking of Damian's fork and spoon stopped her in her tracks. She swallowed nervously and immediately looked down - Damian's gaze at her was piercing as if she had made a big mistake. For that reason too, she discouraged him from approaching her. “You don't like milk?” asked Damian, who had stopped eating. Those coal-black eyes gave him a scathing look and an obvious dislike. It also made Miya seem to fidget in fear that Damian was no longer as relaxed as usual.

I said, “but where would the fun in that be?” I saw myself sticking a finger into her pussy, stroking her and then…. then I pictured myself taking her top off, and sucking on the nipple of her breast. I tried to focus on the road as I drove but I couldn’t help but look at Mia as I drove. She had her thighs clenched together and was gripping the door handle. “You’re such a fucking bastard,” she hissed. I laughed again. “You wouldn’t be this angry at me if you weren’t as turned on about my fantasies as much as I am. I bet when we get to the hotel tonight, you’re going to want to fuck me so bad…”

"It’s my honor to do anything for my Principessa." My throat tightened with emotion. The people who truly cared about what I liked had always been right by my side. Papa had endless matters to handle, so we only spent two days in America before heading back to Sicily together. On our first day back, Luciano and I placed traditional soul cookies and Mamma's favorite white lilies in front of the tombstone. I whispered to her, "Mamma, we miss you dearly. Rest in peace." Papa stood silently for a long time before speaking. "Bianca, stay in Sicily. I have many businesses under my name. You can take over whichever one you like."