Manhuas Novels & Stories

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

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.

his eyes danced along my face and I nodded, somehow feeling under a weird spell, "you can rest up, eat or explore. You can do what you please." "What about you?" I asked him, "where are you going?" There was a ring on every finger on his hand, and I wondered what they meant or were for but I liked the sight of them and how whenever he moved his hands I could hear the rings rubbing against each other. It also made him look so dangerous and so gangster. He looked like a mafia Don.

Third person POV: Ravan was busy attending a very high profile and serious meeting with his god father shabbier sheikh and two more Mafia Don’s from foreign country one of them was Anthony Ivanov from Russia while other one was Mustaffa Rehman from Dubai, they both were very popular and considered as deadly and brutual as Ravan in their own countries furthermore as Ravan and shabbier had planned on expanding their weapon and drug’s business in foreign country they were busy planning on having collaborating with both of those Mafia Don’s, Shabbier was in middle of discussing route for safely exporting their weapons and drugs in foreign country when Guddu hastily barged in gaining attention f

Alessandro’s pov: Damn it. Bloody Santino Martino is interfering with the trade again. I turn around and shoot the dead man on the ground, for the twentieth time because he deserves it. He is a renowned member of their gang, and he had come here to finish me off, but things don't always work out the way you want them to. They are involved in human trafficking and other illegal practices. I have refrained our family from such involvement.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

As the shirtless man grew closer, Amy could see how the man’s skin shimmered like the metallic paint on her BMW. She noticed the shirtless man’s ripped blue jeans, which sagged around his waistline. The black bandana tied around his bald head gave him the only human element. Amy’s throat went dry when she got a better look at the mechanized man holding her son. She could clearly see how the robotic man’s design shared 2Pac’s likeness, and it creeped her out. To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life.

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.