Mister Pit Novels & Stories

“Are you okay, Mr. Morgan?” He asked. Gavin didn't look at him and slightly nodded his head. The man looked at me. “Mrs. Morgan, are you perhaps hurt?” “Oh, no. I’m fine. Just a small wound. No need to worry Mr...” “Oh, sorry. I’m William Pitt. Gavin’s business partner.” I know he saw the blood in my hands. Luckily, Gavin's coat is not shredded with blood. They won't notice that much. “Ah, thank you for asking, Mr. Pitt”

He shouted into Mister's face as loudly as he could. "Pearl is out there freezing and starving in a fucking cave while you are over here warm and comfortable! Don't you even fucking care that she is crying herself to death because you haven't come back for her...you selfish bastard!" Justin roared at Mister while he struggled to keep him in his grasp. Just then Mister managed to get free and he turned the tables on Justin. He rolled out from under him and gained control of Justin by putting him in a full on headlock with his huge ass arms.

Smiling crookedly, Mister Cold poured tea from the pot into the cup. There was absolutely no remorse on his face. The look in the man's eyes even looked satisfied. "Stupid woman," he mumbled faintly. “No one can disturb me. You should know that." After taking a sip, Mr. Cold carried his cup to a chair by the window. From there, he could see snow falling from the sky and strong winds starting to stir the pines. "Will there be another storm tonight?”

Only I know the emotional, physical, and mental pain I suffer every single day of my being in this place. As I was almost sinking deep into my sorrow, the door swung open as the lord of my life stood at the door, his face squeezed and his eyes lacking warmth. Does he ever smile? That better soul- sadist. I stood up and now, "good day master." He nodded once."What are you doing? " "Working on these files. The IT department sent a file this morning, I'll look into it and then report my findings to you." I answered panicking.

replied. Weird to call someone that. The mister replied. I quickly tapped on the message. Mister: [How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] My eyes dilated. 25 and above?! I’m freaking twenty-two!.

Rough edges, a coat that had seen better days, a stare that had seen worse. "Mr. Dankworth," he greeted, voice low, eyes scanning the office like he already knew where my safes were. "You want answers that never made it into files." I leaned forward, lacing my fingers. "I want to know what really happened the night Mister Pitman died. He was with a woman. Jana Kramer's mother. Records say she vanished. If she died with him, where's her body? And why did the Pitmans keep his death out of the public eye for months?"

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before. The man doesn't know his workers. He doesn't even know what they look like or even their names. He just didn't care. All he cares about is dropping by his club twice a week to get wasted, get high, and get fucked and leave for his multi Billion dollar company on weekdays. He is just too annoying and too much. He is the fine definition of privilege and he treats people like shit. He barely gives a shit about anyone. I don't care if he's so sweet to some set of people, the man is just a complete jerk. A good looking jerk, and I hate that he's so attractive.

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

He pursed his lips, "Shit!" Mr. White peeked at his expression and started to be worried. "Sir, did you have a good time last night? If not, we have a new script." "You want to play?" Mr. White hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, I'm already old." "How should I deal with Ms. Mitchell?" The man didn't answer immediately. He pinched the two black pieces and looked at the board, as if he was considering what to do next seriously. Mr. White didn't continue to ask him but pretended that nothing had happened.