Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare Book Novels & Stories

The man froze like a dog hearing a command. “Everyone out.” Boots scuffed against concrete and doors closed with heavy metallic clangs. Within seconds the warehouse was empty except for the two of us and the distant, muffled sound of the city beyond the thin walls. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Roman’s eyes flicked down my body—my plain black T-shirt stretched across my chest, the jeans that sat a little too low on my hips from weeks of shitty undercover meals, the deliberate way I kept my hands visible and empty. When he looked up again, something darker had settled in his expression. Hunger, maybe. Or curiosity sharpened into something sharper.

But they shattered completely on a particular day. I was spending the afternoon in Roman's library. It was a massive room with floor-to-ceiling shelves, a rolling ladder, leather armchairs, and a heavy mahogany desk that looked like it had been there for a century. I had been looking through one of his photography books. Old black-and-white shots of Rome when he walked in. He was loosening his tie, and shrugging off his jacket. His sleeves were rolled up, and his forearms bare. He looked tired and distracted.

And he’s left standing in the ashes, hard for her, forever. That’s not a love story. That’s a fucking masterpiece of psychological warfare. And we’re all just out here hoping we never meet a Cassandra… and kinda hoping we do. He flipped the page. “Alright,” he muttered, settling back in. “Let’s see whose confession is next.” ______ Episode 11 – The Mafia Affairs

Ella's Pov "Unbutton your shirt. Let your tits out. I wanna watch them flop around while I fuck the shit out of you." Professor Garrett growled, tapping his fat cockhead on my nasty pussy lips. The... SMACK! SMACK!! made me jolt. With shaky fingers, I undid the rest of the buttons on my uniform shirt. My heavy tits spilled out, nipples rock hard, scraping his desk. Fuck me. I felt so exposed, so naked.

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"I'll be back soon. Don't burden yourself with anything." He bent down and kissed her temple before walking out of the room followed by Minahil who was smiling from ear to ear. "Whatever your deal is with Liam. You need to know he is just a kid. He doesn't deserve your unreasonable hate." "I suggest you shut up, you have said enough for the day," he rejoindered. He was a fairly handsome man in his late forties. Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

“You’ve heard of him.” “Everyone has,” the boy said, then flushed. “I mean, not like… I don’t mean he’s a criminal. I just mean—” “That he’s mafia?” Matteo said. “It’s true… Don of the Antonov Bratva.” The boy swallowed and Matteo enjoyed his nervousness a little. “Are you scared?” he asked. The boy thought about it. “No. Just… surprised?.” “Good,” Matteo said. “Fear is boring.”

But his ears never surrendered—every hinge creak, every approaching step would wake him in a heartbeat. For him, rest was never surrender. It was camouflage. It was survival. But even in that false slumber, Meira returned. She always did. Her face blurred at the edges, but her voice, her gaze, were mercilessly clear. And there—alone in the shadows—Hastan, the man who never bowed to enemies, broke quietly under the weight of a memory. At last, exhaustion dragged his eyelids shut. The server’s drone melted into the sound of distant waves. He let himself drift—not to peace, never peace—but to a fragile pause before the next war.

" Johan's eyes became downcast. There was a hint of guilt on his face, and he looked at me as if he were at a loss. The sky was overcast, and I couldn't help shivering when a cold wind brushed past my shoulders. I felt a faint warmth coming from behind me, and when I turned around, I found myself in a warm embrace. Christian wrapped me up in his coat, but Johan wrenched me out of his arms and dragged me behind him. Hatred flashing through his eyes, he yelled, "Christian Goodman! I know that you've been forced to suffer your recent losses in silence, but just come at me if you have a problem with me! What's the point of bullying a woman?"

There was shuffling in the room then I heard something break. "Wow, you know how much that vase cost? Oh you're gonna pay for that" Mr Wilson said teasingly "Help! What the fuck is your pr-mgh Help!" Sincere shouted then I barged into the room seeing Mr Wilson tugging at Sincere's dressing pants. I walked over to them and kicked the big guy in the back of his knee then when he dipped, I kneed him in the nose. Sincere got up fixing his pants as his face was wet with tears.