Mha Spinner 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.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

Under the black leather stetson, his long black hair flowed over his shoulders. "Tooled up?" Jack asked. He'd noticed Clint had a few extra bulges about his person. Clint opened the leather coat, so Jack could see Clint's arsenal of Shuriken, a whip, curled up and not with a leather tail but a sparkling silver chain. Anathema to vampires, but it would be helpful as long as Clint kept his hi-tech gloves on. There were several pistols. Including his pride and joy, a beautiful five-shot Colt Patterson revolver, its holster was hanging around his hips, and two swords resting in the integral scabbards in the lining of his coat. Jack was impressed; whoever had taken Marius would meet their match w