Mast Ram Novel Novels & Stories

The morning light filtered through Mira’s curtains like a hesitant intruder, casting golden stripes across the living room floor. I woke with a start, my heart pounding as fragments of nightmares clung to me—Aurelio’s lifeless eyes, Zayden’s gun smoking in his hand, blood seeping into every crevice of my thoughts. The apartment was quiet, except for the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen. Mira was already up, humming a tune as she prepared breakfast. The smell of coffee and toast wafted in, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head.

The Mensah Moon Estate was massive, built like a fortified castle and dripping in modern mafia opulence, fully decorated with silver banners and fresh kills to celebrate Amara’s big day. Every high-ranking wolf in the room wore expensive tailored suits and heavy gold chains, except for Rapha. He stood out like a dying rogue, dressed in an oversized shirt and frayed jeans, his face covered in dark ash to mimic a sickness. He didn’t just disrupt the elegant mafia gathering—he completely shattered the illusion.

The robe scratched her skin because it was too large, too plain, and too much like something given to a prisoner who did not deserve comfort. The corridors were worse than the room. Servants stopped working when she passed. A maid carrying linens stared at her bruised wrist, then quickly looked away, while two young guards whispered near the stairs and fell silent when Rhea turned her head. Nobody bowed, and nobody remembered. But the closer they came to the Alpha wing, the stronger Maddox’s scent became. Cedar, storm, black pine, and male wolf. The damaged mark beneath Rhea’s skin answered with a sharp pulse, and she nearly stumbled.

I want to smash his face until it’s just bone and regret. "James, I’ll take them. You can go now," Raphael says, leading the way. I notice Raven lagging behind a little. A small, inward smile touches my lips when she turns and walks beside me. She doesn’t say a word, just smiles softly. I never thought I was this petty in my life. The door opens, revealing Mason seated at the far end of a tiny office, too tiny, jeez! "To what do I owe this vis..." Mason stops mid-sentence. He recognizes Raven instantly,.who is now glued to my side, her tiny palm grabbing my shirt.

Rome's POV " Let's go home." I said to Ryan as Layla and Leon kept dragging bags of clothes from the dressing room to us. " We have a hotel." Ryan said more as a suggestion than a denial. " Your beta can have it. Leon has a house here, it is big enough for all us." He went stiff for a minute, I guess he was mind linking his beta. I expected to have a hard time convincing them but it was easy. The mate bond did most of the convincing but either way I was greatful they didn't refuse. I never knew the feared Alpha had an obedient side, and it made me proud to know it was only my mates and I. As I was still admiring him Layla and Leon slumped beside me breathing heavily. I had never seen Layla f

The smell of damp stone, the scrape of cold metal against my wrists, the sting of Ryker’s words cutting deeper than his fists ever could. Ramon leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The firelight dances across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint scar on his cheek, a remnant of a battle he never speaks of. “Jasmine,” he says softly, and my name on his lips feels like a caress. “You’re stronger than you realize.”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

Immediately I got into the house, I hopped into the shower to wash the blood off my skin. The water streamed down my face, my heart rate slowing as I recited my new mantra. “I’m smart. I’m strong. I’m dangerous. I’m Rosa. Fucking. Marlow.” At first, I didn’t feel very smart about choosing to accept Viktor’s invitation, but I repeated the mantra ten times and it suddenly made sense. My personal soldato, who risked his life for me time and time again, was captured and being tortured. I wasn’t going to stand aside and just let him suffer.