Mary Murphy Books Novels & Stories

I froze in place, my thoughts juggling even when I tried to put the pieces of the situation together. “When I ran off to New Orleans six years ago, it was because I stumbled into something Father thought he’d buried,” she said slowly, her voice steady. “That was when I found out what the Rossis had done—and why Axel murdered Father. The only way we can reclaim power in the underworld is by joining forces with another powerful empire.” Mafia underworld. Empires. Blah blah blah. I didn’t want to hear any of it. What I wanted was a peaceful life back in Willow Creek, not something that would endanger my life.

My words were low, eyes sneaking a glance at Cameron who still appeared uninterested at whatever was going on behind him. “I’m guessing it’s the young man beside you” The voice of the lady followed, with eyes staring on at Cameron. Whenever she smiled, you would see a wrinkle pull at her eyes, but believe me, it was every delight beholding that. “Yes” I affirmed, giving a nod. “I am Martha” She had pulled out a hand for shake, eyes beaming on. “And this is my husband, Marcellus” She pointed to the figure next to her. A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Chapter 12: A Secret For A Life(Mine) ~STELLA~ I chuckled, careless, as I flipped the brown page of the book in my hands. It was a mafia novel, one I’d grown attached to over the past weeks. The same one Valerie had slipped into my bag before leaving town. Her presence had shifted something in me. Not love. But perspective. Maybe I needed to see myself more. Maybe I needed to spend time all alone. All alone in happiness, I had to build out of the things surrounding me.

"Oh, you noticed. But it isn't something you should worry about, you know. Your dad just needs some time. He'll come around." It was something she was telling herself too. Something she wished would happen soon. "Okay, mommy." Maryam picked up her book. "What are you reading?" asked May, trying to start up a new conversation. She didn't see the book's title because half of the purple cover was peeled off. "Purple Hibiscus," Maryam replied excitedly. "Written by Chimamanda Adichie, my favorite author," she added. "Isn't that too much for you? Do you even understand a word?" May thoughtfully asked.

You'll be able to find me on various SM pl@forms so make sure you come check in on the latest :) I am currently working on more Mafia romances, a new series called The Notorious Five. If you haven't read this, you will want to as it is so much better than Cruz, darker and grittier. This is the series that has taken up most of my time and if you read the books, you will see why. They are constantly updated and the series is almost finished. If you find me on SM, you'll be able to find out where the works are :)

Windows, walls, doors on the inside and even the ceiling, not to mention the broken furniture, were completely covered with blood, in places with pieces of flesh, and what happened here could not be called anything other than a massacre. “So we met again, Kira,” Misha whispered velvety, standing at ease at the window. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his naked torso, stained with the blood of all those whom he had torn to pieces in the conference room, exuded a powerful smell of animal savagery and cruelty that was just cooling down. Some movement began behind my back, and I myself was torn from my seat, and imperceptibly I found myself at the window in the grip of a wolf, greedily exh

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

Bella wasn’t accusing me directly, but there was a hint. “My mamma used to say the Mafia world is the men’s world and the only ones who truly suffer are the women who fall prey to those men’s games,” she voiced, angling her head toward Matteo. “I finally understand what she meant.” “Whenever I think I can take you home, something or the other always...” Matteo sighed with disappointment.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.