Manhuas Novels & Stories

That's what is making all this weird. ....................................................................................... Here's the chapter I promised, please enjoy. And keep supporting "Her Man."

“To kill or save, the future cannot be delayed but history also cannot be denied” “Mom, what later happened to Amelia?” Marcus asked halfheartedly as he had begun to fall asleep after listening to his bedtime story “Amelia gave birth to three children which developed into the three major families we have in the clan now, the Fault family which your father belongs to, the Fillion family which I came from and the Fara family which your best friend Jasmine belong to.” Genevieve explained with a smile as she tucked her son into bed

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

I muttered under my breath, but Moose had also developed the ears of a hare too. “What did you say?” He yelled out, his voice hitting a crescendo. “You just called me Insane?” “You said the Gambino's are crooks?” He continued, screaming out profanities all the while. Maybe I was wrong, it was either of two things. Moose's ear wasn't as sharp as I thought, or this was a plot to get back at me for my display of defiance that cost his friend's life. “I never said any of those things!” I replied, trying my best to hide the squeak in my voice.

I asked. "In the year 1800, war broke out between the two notorious gangs in New York—the Blood Brothers, and the Blood Kings. This gruesome war lasted for one year. Lord Van Himmer was the leader of the Blood Brothers mafia and led the crew to victory against the Blood Kings." Wendall stopped reading and looked up at me. His eyes widened with shock. "Continue," I motioned.

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

Alexander Mancini POV One Month Later Separately, the Franco and Mancini Mafias are capable of incredible things. They both rule with iron fists and awe-inspiring efficiency. Where the Mancini commands the respect of their peers, my brothers and I are tenaciously ambitious. Combined—we’re a force to be reckoned with.