Mha Comics Novelas e Histórias

Hello everyone. It's been such a long time indeed. First of all I'd like to thank you again for making this book my biggest achievement this year, I really appreciate, Mafian hero is my first book and I've seen the progress and growth of it and honestly I'm not even going to lie I wish I could do a sequel or a part two of it. But I can't at the moment, so I have something else in store for you. So I'll be releasing some bonus chapters and hidden chapters or scenes we never really got to see in this book that we were really dying to know in all those places.

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from F******k Marketplace at a really cheap price. But these different-colored couches weren't what made her stumble, but the man sitting on them. Carlo. The bastard. Anger erupted in her chest, but the sight of Marco, who was sitting at the side, made her keep her cool. She glanced at him. "Go eat some." Marco stood up, taking the cake while winking meaningfully at her. "Uh, I will excuse you two lovebirds then."

Some of the Death Riders' MC officers cover Lachlan and Bear, commanding drones searching for us. I didn't expect Corpse Collector to carry Jaxson on his shoulder and playfully spank him while Lachlan's tattoo mentor got angry. Meanwhile, Jaxson is in Sidhe mode, cackling away like a deranged hyena. This entire family is a bunch of murderous lunatics, and we fit in. Ransom yelled, "Corpsey Baby!" and tackled them. They all fell as everyone aimed their weapons. I will punish that hound later for being more excited about seeing his idol than me.

Hackles up. There. Near the pillars. I see it. A symbol stitched inside a sleeve. Small. Easy to miss. Silver thread shaped in a pattern I know too well. Lyra. My jaw tightens. “She’s here,” my wolf growls. “Not her,” I answer. “But her shadow.” A man approaches me. Tall. Thin smile. His scent is wrong. Not his own. Layered. Masked. Magic. I am too used to it to be fooled by it.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”