Mha Man Novels & Stories

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

I ask, flabbergasted, “You seemed so shallow and chill when I met you and now you are some sort of a mind expert?” “To answer your question, I am a criminal psychologist, I help solve crimes.” He tells me nonchalantly as I stare at him with wide eyes. “So you are modern-day Sherlock Holmes? Also, you are so closely tied with the mafia, how you can possibly help our justice system?” I was beyond curious at this point. Who is this mystery man? “I guess.” He chuckles, finding my reaction amusing, “And I never said it was helping anyone. Also, the mafia is a bit more complicated than what it might seem like to you.”

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

As I brush grass off my clothes, I turn and see a group of over twenty men, led by Javed Pentanova, marching toward us. “You put yourself in this mess, so you’re responsible for it,” Alessandro was loud enough for Javed to hear him. “I’m sorry Amber, but there’s nothing that I can do about it.” As he turns his back towards me, he is met with Javed’s smile. “You’re a good man, Alessandro, and I am proud to see that you’re driven by your goal and that your focus is never faltered.” Javed puts his hand on Alessandro’s shoulder as he speaks to me.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Hahhahahahhahah… After 2 hours when calista woke up she found herself tied on a bed, she starts shouting for help. A man entered the room and warned her, but she was not ready to backed up, so she asked. Calista: where the hell am I?? Man : where our boss wants you… Calista : who is that asshole? Man : lady, watch your mouth while talking about my boss. He won't hesitate to kill you. Calista : can I talk to your boss??

"I don't trust her." Daniel nodded, his face grim. "Of course, boss. But... about Aliyah. Don't you think it's time to tell her the truth? About what you are, about your position?" I ran a hand through my hair, frustration evident in every movement. "I know, I know. But how do I even begin to explain all of this? That I'm not just a businessman, but a werewolf leading a mafia organization?" Daniel's expression softened slightly. "She loves you, boss. Give her some credit. The longer you wait, the harder it will be."

Like my little sneaky wife, Ava. There's a brief pause on the other end of the call before Mikhail replied; "Understood, Pakhan." I hung up without another word, my mind already shifting back to the delicate balance I had to maintain. One wrong move and everything comes tumbling down. I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had.

As a Mafian you must this... As a Mafian you must that.. you'll need this and that... you cannot think... you cannot that... blah blah blah... I sat down for 4 straight hours listening to this old man talk to me about the the do's and don'ts of the Mafian territory. He claimed he was the greatest Mafian in his time and I swear I. never heard his name in all my years of doing history. Honestly I should have more classes with this man at night so I could fall asleep instantly.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.