Mirko Mha Novels & Stories

I retorted sarcastically, he scowled and rolled his eyes. A knock was repeated on the door, Raphael told the person to enter. The head spy, Michelle Rein got inside the office. Michelle Rein was an experienced spy, working for the royals. He also worked for the mafia as a rat to catch the illegal business, he was loyal to the King and will do anything to succeed his mission. "I suppose that you are Hemilia Gran, the commander sister?" He asked making me nodded. "And also I presume that you received fighting lessons?" He smirked, I wonder if I should lie?

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

“Grecco is a street-level soldier on Anthony Scarfo’s payroll. He’s young, flashy, and used primarily for low-level intimidation and infiltration.” My blood doesn't just boil, it turns to lava. Scarfo. The man who has been circling my territory like a vulture is now in Harper’s orbit yet again. “How does she know him, Max? Why is she digging into a mob plant?” Max hesitates. “That’s the part that’s going to make you want to burn the city down, boss. Dante Grecco isn't just a soldier. He’s currently enrolled at the city university. He’s a finance major. And according to his social media, he’s been spending a hell of a lot of time with Michelle Sinclair.”

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

His blue eyes see everything. Egon Andersen walks in behind him. He is our Beta War Commander. He is taller than me and has big muscles. He protects our Silverclaw Kingdom. He kills anyone who crosses us. He spends his free time with Katharina Nielsen, his mate. Mads Andersen sits at the big table with his computer. He is the Moon Treasury Keeper. He counts all our gold. "The Moonstone Relic House opens in one hour," Mads says. He does not look up.

My back facing the mirror. "I guess that makes sense. The women out there are vultures." "Everyone out there." I corected. "Including me?" he took a step forward. "Especially you." He laughed softly, "so you think I'd eat you alive?" I shrugged, "maybe old me. Not this one standing in froint of you." He cocked his head to the side, like he was examining me, trying to read me, "I like this new you. I mean, I liked the old you, but the Idalia standing right

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

Malachi said. “I wasn’t always like this, Malachi. I used to be normal, but then I was chosen, and now I know things I shouldn’t know. Gustav Merrick always requires a signed contract,” Alex said, and walked toward the sliding doors of the patio. “And I’m 22.” He walked back to the table where Malachi had first seen him standing and picked up an envelope. He handed it to Malachi who tore it open and took out the typed contract and paged through it.

Like Mirko would’ve ever told her anything. For a moment, he stayed silent. I couldn't even say a word as I stared at them. I knew right after Mirko, I was next in line. That fire in her eyes... it wasn’t just rage. It was execution in motion. She wasn’t going to spare me. Mirko coughed, blood bubbling from his lips, then he chuckled weakly, a twisted grin creeping across his dying face. “You really thought I didn’t have a Plan B?” he rasped, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.