Metro Boomin Comic Book Novels & Stories

D laughed before continuing "You going on retirement just made the game more boring, it’s good to know that you’re back in the game. At least I have some little competition now” He smirked Oh I’m more than just a 'little competition “So who is she?” D asked me and right there I felt like a celebrity being interviewed by the press on his latest hit song “Gabi Moroñe, my boss” I finally said, breaking the silence that had lingered for a second there “Dudeeee” D exclaimed as he bro hugged me

“Stop using that mojo on me!!!” He growled. “Mojo!? I'm not using mojo” I replied. “AaRrHhhh” He growled and swept me off my feet. “Useless gun” he muttered and tossed the gun away. He hurled himself toward me but quickly I lifted my foot to meet his chest and he tumbled over. Quickly I hoisted myself up from the ground, while he did a backward somersault that brought him to his feet. With full force he charged forward, and swung his dagger at me but quickly I dodge and swept him off his feet; grabbed his wrists with my hands and held his dagger hand against his chest. Sitting astrid him I banged him twice on the nose with my forehead and he let go of the dagger. Quickly I tossed the dagger

the boy said, stuttering a little, as though it was the first time he'd talked to a girl in a long time. "Nice to meet you, Gary. So, you like comic books?" Katherine asked offhandedly. Gary looked at her oddly. Katherine made a gesture towards the black T-shirt now open to view because the buttons of his blue polo shirt were ripped off. The T-shirt had white lettering that read: There's no rehab for comic book junkies. Gary shuffled his feet, plainly embarrassed. "I am a bit of a Marvel brat myself. X-men and such," Katherine said with an easy smile as the world watched in surprise.

His eyes were silver — not gray, not blue, but liquid silver, reflecting the shop’s light. “Sorry, we’re closed,” she said automatically, though her voice lacked conviction. He studied her, head tilted slightly, as if he’d been expecting her refusal. “You’re Ayla Cross.” Her stomach tightened. “Depends who’s asking.” He smiled faintly, though there was no humor in it. “Kian Vale. I need a tattoo.” “Come back tomorrow.” “I can’t.” He took another step forward, and the smell of him — rain, smoke, and something feral — flooded the room. “It has to be tonight.”

He jerked his member while his cum spilled out as usual the bitch licked it up in gaiety. "Blow jobs? She asked. "No" Ricardo replied and wore his underpant while he made his way to the drawer. He brought out two bundles of dollar notes and threw them at the bitch who was now fully dressed. "Get out" He ordered and she scurried off in happiness. Almost immediately Ricardo's phone beeped and he picked up his phone. He grinned when he saw a message from Alex. {Gay partner canceled appointment, I'm about to commit suicide.}

“They are his men. They do his bidding. Killing, stealing, kidnapping....they handle everything.” ‎My breath catches. ‎“Killing… stealing… kidnapping?” ‎“Yes, miss. He is not someone to take lightly. Be careful.” ‎The call ends. ‎Silence. ‎I lower the phone slowly, my hand trembling. ‎Victor Arc… a Mafia lord? ‎I let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, but it dies quickly in my throat. ‎Who would have thought? ‎I shake my head, pacing the room. ‎I wouldn’t have even guessed it… not in a million years.

“Alaric…” “It belongs to you now.” “No.” Lucian shook his head. “It belongs to you.” Alaric smiled. “Another answer I expected.” ⸻ The figure cloaked in darkness laughed. A low, mocking sound rippled across the endless sea. “You always did admire humility.” The shadow stepped into the moonlight. It wasn’t Mordrath. It was a man. Tall. Elegant. Dressed in black robes embroidered with crimson runes. His face was strikingly handsome, but his eyes burned like molten obsidian.

The silence that followed pressed in, thick and suffocating. Rose swallowed and lifted her head slowly. “What’s going on?” “Did you meet my brother?” I asked. For one brief second, everything stopped. Her breath caught. Her eyes widened just enough. Then she recovered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said quickly. “Why would I meet someone who wants me dead?” A slow smile tugged at my lips as I stepped closer. “Careful, Rose.” My shadow fell over her. “I’m a werewolf. And I’m a mafia lord. Lies don’t survive long around me.”

"We have a few hours before someone comes to disturb us, so try to sleep, we'll have a busy night at the club tonight." Kiara remained silent as she stared at him, not believing that he had held her in his arms. This must be a dream. Every situation with him seems unreal! He hugged her entire body with his body to sleep with her head on top of his chest his masculine scent made her limbs tremble again.. Kiara watched him sleep peacefully.. His name is Angelo from Angel of Angel perfectly suited to his appearance now he looks like an angel seeing his calm angelic face in this condition you would never guess he is a mafia boss! Angelo's steady breath made her eyelids fall asleep easily.

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.