Mha Musutafu Novels & Stories

“That’s your job.” For a few seconds, there was only the sound of the wind in the trees. Then Murphy pulled something small from inside his coat. A folded pouch. “Belladonna,” he said. “It’s a slow poison. Just a tiny bit in his tea each day. He won’t feel anything. One day, he just won’t wake up.” I stared at it like it was fire. “I can’t,” I whispered. Murphy stepped closer and pressed the pouch into my hand. “Yes, you can. And you will.”

Celine took a deep breath, then spoke. "I am very useful, if you know how to use me, I will become your best tool. You need my heart to do surgery on your sister, but you can't take my heart without my confirmation of organ donation. Besides, what you need is a healthy heart. What do you think if I use stimulants to make my heart weak?"

But maybe Sean Valentino was right. She should disappear from his life right now otherwise the flames of madness in him will end up burning both of them. One promise of ruination. One promise to protect. Which one will be fulfilled? ______________________________________ Rafael Hunt is Rose's Master. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here on I*******m it's marwians. I Purple You.

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.

Anita was a godsend because she was at the right place at the right time. "Did you guys hear her? Go to the storage and get the supplies," he ordered, bringing his subordinates back to their senses. They usually didn't carry these sorts of supplies because of their extraordinary healing abilities, but recently, they have had an influx of humans coming to pick crops, and since they work with different types of equipment that could cause serious injury, Andrew signed off on buying these medical supplies just in case of an accident.

She asked holding her pen on the page not yet to write down the order. “ I’ll have Köfte :Turk’s Meatballs and steak, fully cooked. ” Ella responded, looking away from her menu and at the waitress, her sapphire eyes watching each stroke from the pen the waitress wrote with. “Any beverages you’d like as your order is processed?” The waitress asked after taking both their orders, Ella shook her head indicating that she was not ordering any beverages. The waitress looked at Keenan who also shook his head, She’d bow and head to the kitchen to give the chief the orders.

Both Zariah and I cringe. Recently, the rumours have finally gone off me and my special date with Malik. Now, they have been assaulting a girl named Nikita from the Devotion Pack. Her eyes are an unnerving shade of purple, that leaves us all wondering whether or not she is a Phantom Wolf or not. Those Wolves are something we all fear, and she will surely be kicked from the competition if she is. So many of the girls have decided they want her gone. With fifteen of us still left, tensions are starting to rise.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

The opulence of the place was always something that caught my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside me, pain evident in his every movement. We were barely out of the car when the side door to the mansion opened, revealing a middle-aged man with silver hair, glasses perched on his nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as Logan explained on our way inside, a man who had patched up more mafia wounds than anyone in the city. Without wasting a moment, he gestured towards one of the plush sofas in the expansive living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly used to the doctor’s no-nonsense demeanor.