Mha Comics Novels & Stories

Mia kept on nodding her head vertically as she spoke very slowly. "So how did they die?" I found my stupid self asking. I just had to open my big mouth and as expected I got a very stern look from Lakshmi who opened her eyes very wide as she folded her lips. She looked very mad at me but Mia, who I expected to leave the room, immediately stayed there and was more focused on the ceiling. She didn't look sad or angry, infact her face showed no emotion at all. "They were killed" Mia finally told me before averting her gaze rather very quickly.

Mia had a very bright smile on her face as she stared at the parchment. She had actually made progress and it was all thanks to Aaron. He had visited about three nights ago. She jumped when she heard the door to the workshop open, "Aaron, you startled me." He didn't say anything. He just walked up to her. "You still haven't done anything." He said in a low rumble. She sighed, "I am sorry but maybe in the end the war will happen." She said, feeling very downhearted.

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

On the way home, Alex spotted an ice cream shop. Alex insisted on stopping by, but I was anxious about people. The news about Alex being an escort just came out and everybody's eyes are on us. People are waiting for our next move like hawks eyeing their prey. As much as I tried to convince Alex that we could just buy and leave, he wouldn't budge. He wanted to stay in the shop and eat inside.

“Camilla is back. I know it.” I glared at her, exhausted. “No. She’s dead, Karen. What you just saw was a lookalike, a coincidence. You're losing control.” She yanked something from her purse and shoved it into my hands. It was a photo of Camilla drenched in red paint. Her eyes scratched out. Four chilling words scrawled across the center—I AM BACK. My blood ran cold. I stared at it as my jaw clenched but I quickly plastered a look of frustration on my face.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.