Mmf Amateur Novels & Stories

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

I explain, stepping back and offering a weak, tight smile. To be completely honest, a burning humiliation is twisting in my gut. I have spent months building a reputation as a competent, high-level business closer who can handle a massive entity like Frost Industries. Yet, here I am, held against my will in my boss's fortress, conducting a corporate brief while being babysat by a six-foot-four mafia enforcer.

Different from the coldness in his voice from earlier. I nod, "I think so." I say simply and he slips his hand out of my grasp, then he turns his head to the direction of the thugs. "Good, now I can handle these amateurs." He said. The leader laughs, "Amateurs? Is that what you think of us?" He chuckles, "I'll show you what an amateur is." He said, charging at the stranger. "Then you'll learn not to interfere when men are having their fun." he says as he tries to punch him. But he easily dodges, bending down and giving the thug leader a punch in the gut. I gasp, as he spews out blood.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

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 🖤🎀🖤

“You haven’t been back here before, from what I hear.” I nodded and took a deep breath. “You’re right, I haven’t. And it’s… it’s a lot to take in, I’ll admit,” I said, glancing around at the frenzy of cars and pit crews and drivers, all backed up by the sound of the crowd humming with anticipation in the distance. “I had no idea Logan was into… this.” Miles nodded. “I’ve been doing this for ten years, five of which I’ve worked with Logan. He’s one of the best in our circle. Races under a pseudonym.”

DOMINIC DIREKEN Spineless. Weak. Submissive. Those three words best described the man in front of me, keeping up a brave font even though I could see his knees bucking every now and then. There were actually quite a lot more words that I would describe him with. Words like... tempting and... Scrap that. Those three words described him best. Maybe adding 'lowly' to the words would make it a better fit for him. The flushed look on his face when I had pulled my towel off had been quite amusing.

"I birthed you son, I know when you lie and when you speak the truth, you don't have to hold yourself back, I know that look in your eyes, stop denying it...you are in love with him and.." "You know nothing." My tone suddenly became sharp as I broke lose from her hold and stood up, her eyes showed shock and then she sighed. "Arson.." "Am gonna get us out of this mess mum." "Arson listen to me..." "Hand me the Glutton file, and tell those mafia bastards am with it, let's see how they come at me."

Trying to focus on the bag and not the fact that Camden is watching me, I hit it again, using the same combo as before. "Alright," she nods approvingly. "Maybe I have something to work with after all." "So you think I can go pro? You think I have a shot at the MFC?" I can't help but ask. MFC is where everyone wants to be in this career. She leans in closer, glancing around her. Looking with her I notice everyone's attention is back on their own drills instead of me. "You think that is where the big money is? Well you're wrong." She steps closer, looking around her to see if anyone is paying us any attention before continuing. "Listen to me and we'll get a fight that will make us both rich!"