Mha Rody Novels & Stories

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people

'Mas Suma, you owe me! ***

And that's unfair to Ryder. “Hara, listen to me, “Hailey said, after noticing my hesitation in agreeing with her, “Don't forget how much Roland hurt you in the past. Don't forget all the misery he put you through and how he made your life hell. You shouldn't think about him or get excited about his return. You deserve a man who loves and adores you, and we both know that man is Ryder,“

Aster defended me well and brought down a handful of enemies with the pistol—the same one he aimed at me. “You had to team up to bring us down while we’re facing a poisoning crisis? How merciless,” I taunted Rody, one of the local mafia’s leaders. He was a bald, bulky man in his late 30s who had always been pissed at us for stealing his gun dealers. Not our fault our guns are of higher quality and are meant for professional marksmen.

"It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?" "It's okay, you know it has always been about the happy kids and not the profits." He said smiling making Bernadette smile too, Mr Rodriguez was a nice Spanish man who lost his wife and kid 20 years ago, he couldn't remarry but preferred making kids happy as it gave him a piece of joy to cover up for his loss, he loved Elle like his own and it warmed her heart. "I know, Elle knows too, Right Elle?". She asked making Mr Rodriguez smile.

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

There was a playground section for the children and a lounge area for adults. Watching your kids play while you shared a glass of wine with your neighbors. I wondered how that must feel. It did seem like it would feel pretty nice. I guessed I would never know. “You can come here on your own time if you want to appreciate the structure,” she’d walked to the entrance and was waiting for me to follow. She vanished into the building and I followed. I still didn’t know why she brought me here but I guessed I was about to find out. “Luna! Good morning” Maurice, the security guard said excitedly.

“It is an honour to meet you here Mr Crowley. I apologise for the rudeness of my men. If you aren’t too busy would you like to have a chat at our headquarters? I know you are a curious man and I’ll try to answer all your questions.” Blinking, I tried to recall if I had met this man in the past. “I’m sorry I don’t recall who you are… could you perhaps refresh my memory?” Surprise riddled the anonymous man’s expression but soon cleared when understanding set in. “I’m afraid I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you in person before, Mr Crowley. Let me introduce myself, I’m Rush Rhodes - leader of the Red Rumble. I’ve read about your accomplishments and had always wanted to meet you. It truly