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.

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

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For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

He sat across from a man I had never seen before. “Good day, Dad. I didn’t know you were here,” I greeted while moving closer to them. The man seated opposite him stared at me, probably wondering why I wore such a short skirt and a shirt that exposed my cleavage. “Meet Mr. Damson. He’s the founder of the fintech company.” I almost rolled my eyes, but instead, I stretched out my hand for a handshake. Nodding at him, I could’ve sworn he held my hand a little longer than necessary on purpose.