Mfm Stories Novels & Stories

Kindly review and vote for the story if you like it. Now that we have reached the end of the book, I have planned more stories. However, I need your support and motivation to write it. I am planning Lucia's (Cia) story next. I have planned Ben's and Ad's stories as well. I have an outline in my mind about the story, just need to finalize it. Kindly motivate me by writing if you want Cia's story in the MMH's comment section. You can follow me on social media. F* and I*. My username is the same as my pen name. I hope I can see you there soon. You can ask me questions directly on social media and I will do my best to answer them.

Adam finally spoke, the man glanced at Zean with his sharp and dark eyes, of course Zean would not be affected by those cynical eyes, he was used to it. "I've never had a girlfriend before, do you think dating is fun? Suicide is another name for slow suicide, imagine you have to type love messages all the time, then you have to update your lover all the time, I'd better hire a prostitute from on having a girlfriend." Zean took a deep breath, then took a lazy glance at a shop across the street, before a few seconds later he completely opened his eyes when he saw Elina coming out of the shop. Zean immediately glanced at Adam, who was clearly looking at Elina intently.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

The only person who knows the real reason is the stranger on the app. I found him my first week on campus. Anonymous chat, no pictures, no names. I told myself I just needed somewhere to put the thoughts I couldn’t say out loud. It started small. Then it got worse. Now I tell him everything. Every sick, detailed fantasy I have about the stepbrother I ran from. He never judges. He just asks for more. And when I give it to him, he stops being “Anonymous” and starts talking like he’s the one doing it. Tonight I’m already wet before I even open the chat.

The door slammed. The car pulled away. The sea wind stayed behind. Dark swallowed the inside. I curled up in the seat. My throat burned where he'd grabbed me. Carlo's blood was still on my hands. I could feel it. I bit my lip till I tasted iron. One thought. Just one. 'I survive. I avenge Carlo. They pay.' Later, I heard the story Giacomo sold. That I killed Carlo over the inheritance. That I forged the deal, tried to bury it.

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 3 The bar was loud, crowded, and exactly the kind of place Mike and Kevin usually loved. It had been four days since their intense make-out session on the couch. In that time, the “no strings” arrangement had escalated quickly — stolen handjobs in the shower, late-night frotting while a movie played, Kevin on his knees one morning sucking Mike off with surprising enthusiasm. They still laughed about it, still called each other “bro,” but the air in the apartment had changed. Touches lingered. Eyes held longer.