Mha Musutafu Novels & Stories

Love you all, mauh. B_O

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

Gloria said. "That's very nice of her," I said. "Yeah, she's nice to everyone," Gloria said. Ma Nora is a nice woman,she reminds me of my mum,she treats all the maids kindly with respect and she doesn't shout at us . I was happy to be her student . The main gates opened and I saw the master on his horse coming in,wow he looks so cool up there,what am I thinking? But he is really handsome. Stephen and Fred were with him.

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.

They stick out like sore thumbs—all wearing the same black suit and tie with a white button-up. “Thank you all for gathering this evening,” Efrem speaks loud and clear, his unwavering confidence in his authority striking intimidation even in my own heart. “I want to give a special thank you to our Arbiter, Viktor Anfisa Mustafin, and our General, Dimitri Mustafin for being here tonight.” They’re all here? Now? It's not every day that you have the pleasure of being in the same room as the three most powerful men of the Mustafin Ring. In their sophisticated suits and with their superiority complexes, they smirk and nod at the crowd who claps for them.

I blurted out from behind him. My heart was racing in my ears. He abruptly stopped dancing and turned to look at me. “Sure boss, what’s up,” he said, his face turning to stone once he registered it was me. “Is my mate pregnant,” I asked, quite serious. I waved to Emilia, indicating he should check her out. I remember that Mikhail began his career for the Solonik family as a tracker, he was one of the absolute best. He could smell things that most wolves couldn’t, and an early pregnancy would be certainly one of those things.

SPECTER: You think this ends with Atlas? Check the chip. Maria’s hands trembled as she connected the chip to her phone. Files opened. Projects. Names. And one title at the top of the list that made her blood freeze: PROJECT ATLAS SERIES ACTIVE SUBJECTS REMAINING: 5 Maria looked up at the burning mountain, horror flooding her chest. “There’s more,” she whispered. Far away, in a dark room, five eyes opened at the same time and the war entered its next phase.

Nayyab smiled and thanked her whereas Hira scoffed. "Of course! This is an expensive salon, if her hair won't look okay here then where?" Hira said and started laughing, seeing everyone quiet, she stopped laughing and rolled her eyes. Nayyab lowered her head in embarrassment but the response of everyone made her happy. ___________________ Musa wore his mehndi kurta and trousers. He got his hair styled and wearing his favorite Hermes perfume he was already. Today was Maham's mehndi function and tomorrow will be her Rukhsati.

With strict composure, I blinked back the tears and gently took my seat. "Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC’s voice echoed through the microphone, cutting through the hum of chatter. “Please join me in celebrating the CEO of M-Elite as we welcome him on stage.” A wave of applause rose through the grand hall. Liam strutted up the stage, his smile wide, smug, and of course, he didn't know the shock that awaited him. A smile curled on my lips—he was seconds away from the shock of his life. I leaned closer to Vincenzo and whispered in his ears, “Has she received the package?”

Selena’s heart swells with pride as she watches her children, the living proof that love can conquer fear. I stand beside her, my hand in hers, our bond as unshakeable as the day she first stepped into the mafia world. We exchange a look that speaks volumes—our love story, once a secret whisper in the shadows, is now a beacon of hope that guides the Rossi's into a new era. The twins, Michael and Isabella, stand tall before the assembly, their eyes reflecting the wisdom and strength we’ve instilled in them.