Marlon Brando Novels & Stories

She had to come up with a fast plan to escape from the clutches of the devil himself. ★★★★ Outside, Marcellus took his bat form, not minding to fly the whole thirty minutes back to Ocean City. He needed a way to suppress the anger that was building up inside him, he'd shown her another side to him and saw how scared she was. "Marcellus, you seem troubled?" Brandy asked while shredding off the little fabric that covered her tits. "I didn't come here for questions," he snapped, pulling her unto his laps, allowing her to straddle him.

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.

He catches my gaze and bursts into laughter, as if his sorry state was a joke. "Got any whiskey? Or a cigarette? I feel suffocated," he asks casually. "You could have died," I snap at him. Brando shrugs, sinking deeper into his seat. "Fuck! But I didn't," he replies nonchalantly, despite gambling away a fortune that wasn't his and attempting to flee, only to get caught, beaten, and dumped on an island. "He's given me two days," Brando says between coughs, knowing I'll ultimately foot the bill for his mess.

Jason explained and Leonardo cocked his riffle pointing it at Armando "You plan on killing me?" Armando laughed "I'm the Mafia boss here Leonardo DiCaprio and you cannot kill me, not unless you want everyone in my family to be out for your head" "Maybe you haven't heard but I am Leonardo DiCaprio and I always eliminate those that comes against me, regardless of the consequence" Leonardo said as he pulled the rifle's trigger blowing Armando's brain out "Bullshit" he spatted and walked out while Jason followed him from behind They got back into the car and this time, Jason drove

He grinned with blood in his teeth and took my hand. “Yeah, someone does.” I’d been the someone and we’d become friends. Brando was muscle but didn’t have a family who taught him to use the body of a giant to pound heads until he turned twelve. By then, I’d had two summers during camp to teach him to use his fists. He was loyal to a fault. His family had protected the Fabionos, a powerhouse Mafia family, for generations and should have known he needed training earlier. I suspected they thought no one would mess with him due to his size. Each summer, I picked the biggest mother fucker to go after so their neglect hadn’t worked in Brando’s favor.

Luciano said with emphasis on every word he spoken. "I don't know what you're talking about." I continued to act as if I'm clueless about the things he accuses to me. There's no way I will tell him that I used Brando's weakness to help me get out of this place. I'm not stupid enough to do that. "I'll take it from here, Brando. Go back to your post." Luciano suddenly said and motioned to Brando to leave. Brando immediately walked out, I could do nothing but gaze at Brando until he came out of the training room.

They could not approach him as they were stopped by his men. It just took a mere second to show them who he is. But he doesn't want to create any scene in the presence of normal citizens. He is Brandon Rodriguez, one of the top business tycoons of Italy. He has mentioned his name in many fields like in the hotel business, contraction and chemical factories. Now his new target is getting into the casino business. That's why he's here today. But he has another personality too. He's Bratt. He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy "

It is just a fake wrapper of the cruelest object that Carlos can deliver to anyone. "Boss, we haven't done anything. The shipment was stolen midway before we could even reach there." Brando clasped his both hands together while reciting every single word from his vocabulary. One wrong word from his side can cause his death. "I see." Carlos took a long drag and stood up from his chair. Looking at his figure Brando tried to get up too but Carlos raised his finger to make him stop. Carlos walked towards the large window to look at the cityscape. "New York"

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.