Mangafox Last Game Novels & Stories

I said evenly, “why didn’t you mind-link me?” He lifted his head, still struggling to breathe. “I… tried.” He swallowed hard. “Wolfsbane.” That explained it. The poison always interfered with communication. “They…” Another breath. “They took the boys. Maddox’s warriors ambushed us.” I leaned back in my chair. “Okay.”

He wanted to do it himself, but he had someone waiting for him back at the office. A subordinate approached, handing him a phone. “A call from Mr. Siobhan, Sir.” “The deal is on for tonight. Same place?” Siobhan’s voice rasped over the line. “Same place,” Laxus replied before hanging up. He turned to his men. “Clean this mess up. I want this hideout spotless. Make sure he’s buried deep.” “Yes, BOSS!” AMARA’S POV One Month Later. Time flew by. I’d been a Junior Software Developer at NMII for a month now. Though, honestly? I felt more like a "Personal Developer" for that arrogant Beast than a regular employee.

Sitting on the bed, I prepare myself for what he knows. "So, there are two things. The Wolf Game is what you have seen where the werewolves fight. It actually has a name. People refer to it as the game, mostly, ‘The Wolf Game’." For it to have a name means this isn't small and simple. "What else did you find out?" "We might not need a test to confirm who you are. I'm getting information on the wolves that are kept there on show. Amazing fact: people pay hundreds to go in and see those wolves!"

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

Jasper laughs at him, turning to me now with a new look in his eyes that sparks my interest. “Well, I might have something that might tickle your fancy.” He stretches out a flier to me, and I take it after a moment’s hesitation. I unfold the flier, revealing the recent announcement of this year’s Annual Full-Moon Games, The Moonfire Tournament, and a smile slowly forms on my lips. Jasper laughs out the moment he sees my grin, clapping his hands together. “You know what this means, right?” “Another year to grab the win in the bag and add a few more pets to the list.” I add, smirking more.

I took him to the top of Mount Arda, and we watched artificial snow fall through the night. After a long silence, I took a tissue from my pocket and gently wiped the tears from his face. His eyes brightened instantly, and his lips parted. He was already expecting forgiveness. He opened his mouth to speak just as I said quietly, "Samuel, I didn't take my love back. You returned it to me yourself." Some love was endless, but some would run dry one day. The color drained from his face. … Samuel still refused to give up. When he couldn't enter my office, he waited outside my company every day. Whitney went to find him several times, but he sent her away each time. The tenderness he once showed h

"Carla, I never thought you'd go so far just for my attention. You even broke our bond while the contract is still valid! I'm really disappointed in you. I think Amy should take over as Luna for now. You'd better spend the next few days reflecting on what you have done." Amy was so excited, she could hardly contain herself. Honestly, I was quite impressed as I watched the two of them put on a show. Even Zack, who was always so steady, couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What are you laughing at, Zack? You lost! Don't forget, you lost to me three years ago. You're still that same loser even now!" Johnny hollered. I impatiently tossed the mate bond dissolution application onto the table in

“We have time. Don’t worry, just be patient” “What are you planning Lilian?” Ian asked frowning in confusion. “The Mafia Bloodlust games are coming back again, this will be the last chapter"

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

If his mom found out, she’d surely force him to see a shrink this time. Bzzz... Bzzz... Someone’s calling. His mom, probably. Mick took his cell out of his pocket. There was a text from his programmer cousin. Then he opened the voicemail that was sent next. “Congratulations. Your girlfriend’s a dead 72-year-old librarian from Dublin. (mocking claps and chuckles in the background) She’s a kickass Grey Hat, man. I gotta meet her.” °