Mha Meme Novels & Stories

“Like sugarplum or honey pie. He calls her my flavour.” Donald frowned. “What the heck is that? Sounds disgusting.” Tricia and I turned to glare at him in perfect sync. “What?” he said, pretending to look innocent. “Am I not allowed to have a different opinion?” “Yes, but you’re such a killjoy,” Tricia shot back. “Tell me, Mona, what do you want?” I sighed and leaned closer. “I need your help. It seems like it’s not going to be difficult for Jayden to regain his memories.”

Chapter 132 Milo's POV - The Pack Run Two days of mourning passed like a heavy fog. We mourned over five hundred pack members who had lost their life in the cold war, erecting a memorial ground, ach grave marked with stones arranged in the pattern of a crescent moon, the symbol of the Mafian wolf pack. I stood beside Damon through it all, translating his thoughts when needed, being his voice when his beast form could not speak. Now, under the full moon, the pack gathered for the memorial run that was to happen after the mourning. It's an old tradition done to honour our fallen in the way of the Goddess.

No names on this job, only call signs. We have Reaper, Ghost, Shade, Viper and me, Blade. They were the best the clan ever trained, monsters I’d bled beside before I ever wore a professor’s jacket. Each one carried the feather scar somewhere on their body, each one owed Old Might their soul. But tonight they answered to me. Reaper, he's tall, shaved head, and his voice sounded like gravel. He was the first to speak. “Package count?”

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 remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

I could feel the vibrations from his chest against my back as he laughed. "Hey, it's called releasing endorphins or whatever." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and we both chuckled at his statement. "You're just saying bullshit now." "No, it's scientifically proven." "Okay, okay, whatever. I believe you, I guess." I teased.

The villa buzzed with applauses and screams, but I froze on the spot, my eyes widened. MH group? He is the CEO? MH group has been the most successful artificial intelligence company in LA for years, and until a moment ago, I never imagined Maverick was the CEO of MH group. Our rival company. I was still reeling from the shock, when Maverick spoke again. "I have another announcement to make..." I clenched my purse, my eyes scanning the floor, my heart pounding hard. What more bombshell did he have to drop?

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“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.