Manhuas Novels & Stories

but suddenly it crashed out of my mouth, “Fuck man! fuck this shit!” The guy paused and his face became redder. “Did you just say fuck man?” Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead and neck, I lost my cool and involuntarily bursted into rounds of derisive laughter. “Stop laughing!! you moron” The guy bellowed angrily. “I’m not moron, I'm stiles” Fuck! fuck! stop replying, I said mentally and covered my mouth with my fingers so that words wouldn't crash out of my mouth again. It was as if anytime I think of something negative, it crashes out of my mouth.

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the redhead asked, laughing, mocking me. “Aurora De Luca, Mr. Giovanni D’Angelo’s previous right hand, and now Mr. Dante D’Angelo’s current secretary; therefore, I do suggest that you tone the bloody attitude down before I make you” I said, glaring at the woman before walking past her and entering the elevator. My heart hammered against my ribcage and running my fingers through my tied hair, I couldn’t help but frown at how tired I looked as I caught sight of my reflection through the mirror.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

“You wanted to talk with us.” “We did. Please take a seat.” They nodded and sat opposite my large oak desk in the chairs next to Mulvey. “First my apologies for taking so long in finding out who caused all of this shit for the both of you. But they seemed to be somewhat of a ghost ” “So did you manage to find out who they were?” “We did. Mulvey managed to track down our ghost.” “And who is this ghost?” “A guy known well on the mafya world Orion Miller, does his name mean anything to you?”

my father ordered, and everywhere was silent. Mai'Aljannu spread an animal hide on the floor and sat on it. He brought out some bones. The bones looked like human fingers, but no one spoke. He also brought out eight cowries and four Kola nuts. He divided each kola nut into four. From every four, he took one part of the kola nut and ate it. When he finished, he spread the items on the hide and cut his palm. He did not even flinch from pain. He dropped his blood on the things and began to recite something in a strange language. Then just like that, he was still; he looked upon the item silently without moving. After a few seconds, he engaged in a conversation with the items. The language he sp

I said. "That's not how a Mafian works, it's Mafia over every other thing in the world, that makes me look weak, makes me look so stupid, that I lost a Mafian family because of emotions" "Look, it's not your fault, you just lost someone very dear to you, it's normal for you to feel that way, you don't always have to be strong Everytime, you're human,so sometimes be human"

On the other side of the world, eight of the dons were having virtual meetings, as they discussed the videos they were seeing. Most of them were frowning with disgust, as they watched how humans were being slaughtered like animals in a butcher shop. Knowing the masked man’s identity made it easy for his location to be known but it did not guarantee victory. There was still a shaking in the underworld since Caddaric remained undefeated. The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

We snapped our heads to him, but my brother had already disappeared. “Fuck!!” Cassius grunted in frustration. “That Mac contains very important information. If Devitos get their hands on it, it’ll surely destroy us.” “Mr. Cassius Spraggins.” A deep and dangerous voice said. We turned to the man in the suit; he was already watching us. He had a gray beard and gray hair. His skin was tanned and tight, but he looked to be in his fifties. He was old, but it didn’t make him look weaker. He looked dangerous.