Mj Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Soy question is why is our supposedly so straight captain on grinder?" "Now what would people say when they find out that captain Damien is gay?" The captain grabbed him and pushed him in unto the wall. "You wouldn't dare!" He said staring into Alex's eyes like he was about to consume him whole. He blinked trying to maintain himself. "Look I think you should leave!" Alex smiled and replied. "Well if I'm gonna leave you are going to let me go!" "Do you want to let me go? Captain Damian." The captain sent his hand all over Alex, from his neck to his face before loosing his towel, then grabbing and lifting Alex up like a baby and threw him on the bed.

Gupta Comment your thoughts. As I've mentioned this is the first time I'm writing a mmf, where MM is also there. I first wrote MFM for Mad, Bree & Brandon (my og readers know🙈), but this is different with Jer & Lachlan being romantically involved, so do share your views!! Thanks 🖤🎀🖤

My writing schedule won't be as it was for Between Mafia Lines 1 since I have other books I'm working on currently, so I'm going to try my best to ensure that I drop at least a chapter everyday starting from December 1st, 2024. Again, thank you for making it to this point and thanks for supporting me. This book made it to the top 3 best mafia book. I'm really hoping you can make us grow higher and get us to greater heights. Please pay attention to the point of view in the first two chapters as the names are REALLY similar, but different. XOXO Heppie Leo †††††Jasmine’s Revenge: 001††††† Jasmine Winter's Point Of View:

Since I knew Ivan was gay I could have cared less. “This is my husband’s cousin Ivan,” I said, flicking my head. “Very nice to meet Mickey’s mate, and congratulations,” he said, kissing her cheek. He didn’t miss a beat, or he was very good at taming his eyes from a naked woman. “Are you in the mafia too,” Veronica asked. I burst out laughing and Ivan did as well. This girl had no clue what she was getting herself into, but then again, I hadn’t either. However, I looked down at the amazing gift in my arms and could only think ... my mafia mate was more than worth all the trouble.

She had some minor injuries as well, and was given some pain killers by the doctor. The silence is deafening on the drive home. Both River and Mira are seated in the back, while Hayden drives the car with his jaw clenched so tight; she fears his jaw might snap. The sound of the car belonging to his guards vibrate into the air from behind. A steady reminder of their presence.

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”

MJ muttered, heart racing, “if that bitch is alive and doing this to us—” “Don’t be stupid,” Raven snapped. “She doesn’t need to do anything. You’re all destroying yourselves just fine.” Then he stood, tossing a crumpled five-cent coin onto the table like a cruel joke. “Here’s what I promised you. You’re welcome.” He walked away without another glance. MJ just sat there, her mouth dry, her fingers trembling as they hovered over her phone again. That night. It started subtly. An I*******m post.

She ached closer. "What the hell! Are you okay, though? I have told you and I still will tell you the has never been or never will be a future with you bitch. The only one I pay alligence to is My Lady Ravenna, and nobody else she has my heart, and I am not about to give up on her now because she is sick or has a disorder that is capable of being corrected in the nearest future. Never! it is never going to happen." Mariana gave a wicked smile that was acquainted only by her kind. The smile barely reached her eyes.

And the first thing that enters my panicking mind is ‘why is he so hot? Chapter Question: do you like Mafia romance?

“But we have an issue that requires your attention.” I stood, straightening my jacket. “We’ll continue this conversation another time,” I said to Hardin, my tone leaving no room for argument. And I left the lounge with Mikhail following suit. "What's the issue?" I asked. "Your wife, Pakhan. She's drowning herself with alcohol." Mikhail said and I felt the anger radiate off my body, I moved to find the little witch.