Mirko Novels & Stories

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.”

The associate of Lucien Delano’s in this part of the world was a stocky, moustachioed man named Miloš Dragović He was built like a slab of carved stone—short, but thick with muscle, the kind of man who didn’t need to speak to make his point. His arms strained the sleeves of his leather jacket, veins bulging like ropes beneath inked skin. A thick neck supported a square head with a shaved scalp, and a face that looked like it had taken more than one beating and given back twice as many.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

The possessiveness in his voice was subtle, but it was there. Viktor’s gaze flicked to him, irritation flashing. “Your rogue can keep you entertained. But this was not the deal. If you believe that they are going to protect you and that them being your allies is going to lead you anywhere, then you are failing to realize that rogues are not the wolves that you can control.” I tilted my head slightly.

In my state of confusion, I heard a hoarse voice call out to me. I turned sharply and saw an old woman I didn't recognize. “Who are you and how did you know my name?” Her skin was wrinkled, her eyes were hollow and sunken, her white hair was ashen….. “Mira” I breathed. She smiled weakly. I didn't think you would recognize me” “Why are you……” “Save your questions. I brought you here for something important. As you might have already guessed, I don't have much time left”

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.

Will he do the same thing for me? "Hey, what's your name?" he asked me. Huh? He's asking for my name! I spat before he answered. "Um ... Akabane Mir. Just call me Vladmir." I answer him. "Alright, Mirchan," Mikey said. Mir ... chan? What the hell is that? "What a cool person like you doing in that gang? Let's team up!" smiling he said to me. Huh? I'm cool? But he's the cool one. Starting that day, Mikey and I will be together. Man, what a happy past ...

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Using iris as bait Is a very dangerous idea. Once konstantin get her, he would quickly mate with her since he knows that's maximo's weakness. Konstantin knows maximo's allergy. He won't be able to accept and mate with iris again. " Boss! " Marco's voice boom from behind Maximo. The Italian Mafia Boss turn to see the second in command of the Santinos family. " What's up with the smile and happy spirit? " Maximo asked carefully as he took a cigarette from Marco's breast pocket. He stare at the cigarettes for a long time and ask " Is this from our cigar factory? "

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