Mister Pit Novels & Stories

However, there was a knock on their door, so Lirah opened it, revealing the old man she had seen yesterday. “Good morning, Madam. I’m Arnaldo, Butler of Sir Matias Gomez,” he introduced himself. Lirah opened the door wider and let the man in. “Why? Is Matias not here anymore?” Arnaldo paused and looked at Lirah. “Yes. He’s already at the office.” “Oh, I see.”

“I’m flattered, mister.” “And you’re blushing,” the mister said with a grin, a smile. “You’re the first one to make me blush in weeks. You see, my father just recently passed and my mother had long left us for a wealthier and younger man.” She swore there was some sort of pity and sorrow in the mister’s eyes. “I am very sorry for what you have experienced. I rarely met people like you who had broken families due to my status. Would you like me to pay for your goods instead?”

But she shake it off, her head raised high no matter if her tears were falling down. “Now, what are you going to do about it, huh?” Mr. Virmich pulled her hair back and she glared at her grandfather. Nobody even came to help her. “I said to go after a Castigado but not this way you brainless slut!” The master of the mansion let go of Andrea’s hair and sighed heavily. With shaking hands he, fixed his hair and suit. “When I come back you better have the answers, Andrea! I will have a lot of explaining to do!”

Dark. I'm sitting at the table, next to Jason, one of the new guys, who checks some issues on his Tablet, my phone rings and I check, it's a direct call from one of the many places I have, I sigh because that shouldn't be nothing good. “hello ...” I say “Good evening...” I hear the voice of Pit, the "owner" of the restaurant, which is barely a whisper... “Sir, Griffin is here and he asked me to call him...” His words are more than enough to make me jump up.

He hardly noticed that his stack had grown to over $60,000. He hardly noticed that his beer hadn't been refreshed. And he hardly noticed when the pit boss sidled up behind him with two security guards. "Mr. Benedict," the pit boss said. I wonder if you could come with us?" Gil Flores moved back and forth with quick little steps like one of the Siberian tigers in Siegfried and Roy's old act. The meek, humiliated man sitting before him could almost feel plumes of hot breath on his bald pate.

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

“Miss, you can’t,Mr. Martins is…he’s in a meeting!” “Great,” I replied. “Let him throw me out himself.” Before she could intervene, I flung the glass door open. And there he was. William Martins, chill, sharp, and infuriatingly attractive as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Our eyes locked, and he halted. Not shocked at all. Just annoyed. Like I was a pesky fly. “Jane Mark,” he said, his voice slow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was a young and active man who didn't mind raping a girl in a ladies' restroom. “Oh I see! So that is it! You want your boss under your skirt, you dirty little bitch.” Mr Fred smirked. “I saw the way you would glance over at him secretly. You do know he's a married man and forbidden for you, doll. But I'm a single man and I can definitely afford to pay for you and all your luxuries...”

The only thing which was visible in the dark was my pink pajamas, which had little pandas on them. Am I going to hide forever in the kitchen? Maybe I have to spend my night inside the kitchen because the monster is still lurking outside. Yes, that's what he was. A monster. Mr. Martin always hurts my Maa and, eventually, me and I hate him for that, but he never hurts Thomas. Instead, he loves him more than he would ever love my Maa.