Mando Character Novels & Stories

But he masks with a neutral expression. Mendoza Jr smirks, sauntering over to dad. The look on his face is like that of a Lion ready to go in for the kill on it's prey. "Montes, how lovely to meet again. Sì?", He says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He punches dad so hard, he falls to the floor and blood starts to drip from his nose. As if invoked, his soldiers rush towards my father, and hold him on his knees. The smirk from earlier on Mendoza Jr's face drains out, replaced by pure unbridled fury.

Arsenio guessed that the man who greeted him was someone who had a big influence in the dark world. "I guess, you are Arsenio?" continued the man while pointing his index finger, while the other hand was in his pants pocket. Arsenio squinted his eyes. Noticing the man from head to toe. Thing! The notification screen appeared right in front of him. [DATA] [Name: Walmond Guan.] [Pseudonym: X One] [Age: 57 years old.] [Race: Human.] [Level: Mafia Boss.] [Action Points: 5000]

I chuckled at her, making Marco look towards my direction with a pout on his face. "You find this funny too?" He asked, making me laugh even more, as I rested by the edge of the swimming pool. Marco was shirtless but unlike his brother, he had no inking on his body. He was neither as ripped too but was still good looking. Times like this, I realize how much he looks like a younger version of André. Funny thing? He has a house with an indoor pool and doesn't even know how to swim without floating aids. "I am the Italian Mafia Lord of perfect mustache, haha!" Madeline continued, wiggling her eyebrows at her uncle and eliciting more laughter from me.

It was precisely because Cadell Marcus could completely crush Adonis Miller that Adonis Miller was so respectful to him, and even spoke a little obsequiously. "Captain Marcus has an extraordinary identity, it's Mao..." Archibald Evans took over the story, wanting to answer Adonis Miller's question on behalf of Cadell Marcus. After Cadell Marcus heard, his eyebrows immediately waved, interrupting him. "Archibald Evans!" Such a smart person, Archibald Evans, looked at Cadell Marcus's face and quickly understood Cadell Marcus's intentions. Cadell Marcus didn't want to reveal his identity now, so he quickly changed his words. "It is Thunder General's most famous Yin and Yang master. In the entir

Marco hasn't stepped out of the back room since our return. He’s perched cross-legged, atop the table encircled by laptops and a ring of golden handprints he made from his own blood. His scars have turned gold shining steadily without any flicker. He. Eats nor sleeps. He remains silent except when communicating in code. I come across him at 04:11 fixated on one line, on his final active screen: ROOT@CITY:~# whoami isla_valentina_kane He glances up as I come in.

With my eyes closed, I took in a long drag, allowing my tension to get wrapped up in the smoke before slowly letting the smoke curl its way out of my mouth. My name is Carlito Santo-Maria. I love to address myself as the god here in Draymoor. No one dared question my authority, not even the cops. I can unapologetically say, I am the law. In this game, you know your territory and try not to trespass, but in my case, I think I have stepped on a bigger toe. Striking a deal with Marcos Gonzalez was like striking a deal with the devil. There was no room for failure. Marcos was in charge of the western states, of which Draymoor was part. He was the big fish. A man whose name could sink ports and c

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

Would it be a boy or a girl? I thought back to the day I became a Made Man, a day etched into my memory. I remembered standing there facing Niko. He wasn’t the head of the family yet, but even then, his influence was undeniable. I made him promise that he would never ask me to kill an innocent. He had looked me in the eye, shook my hand firmly, and said, "I’ll always honor our promise, Marco."

I blink in surprise, the tone and mannerisms, not at all a reflection of Marco’s nature. He seems to notice this. “Oh so sorry! I should’ve introduced myself first, I’m Marco’s wolf,” Marco starts to cough and cannot help but roll his eyes, seemingly speechless at his wolf’s mannerisms. Then a different male voice exits his vocal chords. “I’m Manuel,” the voice sounds rich and smooth, matching the polite greeting he offers me. “Nice to meet you, Manuel,” and while I am delighted to meet him, I finally realize he has been pretending to be the Messenger Mage. My eyes grow wide, as a rosy, red shade of embarrassment flushes my cheeks.

The soldier takes out his wallet and pays the driver the money owed to him. "Where is the comare?" Commander Mario yelled out loud in the living room whilst his hospital gown. "She left for Panama a few days ago." A soldier responded while sticking his chest out like a pigeon as he walked up to Mario. "Get one of the jets ready. I want to be in Panama now." Mario exclaimed with his eyes popped out. He goes straight up to his room, takes a short shower, and unravels one of his expensive navy blue suits with a bright pink lining inside it without a shirt in it. He grabs his expensive watch, a gold chain, and shades as he walks out in his crocodile skin shoes. He proceeds to Christina's undergr