Mo Fan Novels & Stories

one of “I... I was delighted in the bathroom; can you believe that tampons are fifteen cents per unit? Quite a bargain, I already stocked for at least three months.” I think achieved my two tasks, the first: that Jonny would be disgusted and the second: that Eli read my message between the lines. And from the loud laugh my friend let out, I knew she got it. “Well, I don´t know if for three months.” said moving toward the exit of the most wonderful bar I had the good fortune to visit “But at least for this night you are covered.”

While she tried to respond, Matoe interrupted the session with his presence. "Who the hell is this drop-dead gorgeous man? My mund still remembers him like someone i have had a crush on. He even looks better than i had initially imagined." Ravenna said to herself as she tried to compose herself. His long hair was tied in a pony tail, his blue eyes still as piercing as she remembered. "Hey Ravenna, you're here, I have been waiting for you." "Good morning mr Matoe, I came here to continue my job if I have the chance. " Matoe's phone beeped, and he stole a glance at it.

“Good. At least you understand the language now.” He leaned closer, so close that the ash from his cigarette nearly brushed Noa’s collarbone. His eyes didn’t blink, didn’t soften. They devoured. “Monsters don’t love, remember? We devour. And I told you last night ” He crushed the cigarette out on the nightstand without breaking eye contact, hiss sharp, “I’ll consume every piece of you until nothing is left but me.”

she yelled. I doubted anyone could hear her over the music and if they did, good. The boss always makes sure his mate is more than satisfied. *Hmm, mate is so fucking hot! Come inside her, bury deep it inside her,* Felix groaned, practically forcing me to climax. I hated to deny him a chance to participate but fuck if it wasn’t annoying. I wasn’t going to last too long. I’d have to make up for it and take her again at home. Hmm.

Jayden flipped me and bent me into his favourite position and penetrated me. Then a knock came at the door. "Jayden, are you in there? Jayden quickly covered my mouth with his hand and continued thrusting inside me. "Andrea.. Monalisa is taking care of the wound. I'm good " he replied Andrea. "That's good to know. Uh one more thing Jayden " "What? "We can hear you two moan. Isn't it too hot to be fucking her. Nymphomaniac" she giggled and exited. "Andrea is so nosey"

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

immediately I said that, I stabbed the hand which he had slapped me with using a fork. Maria just decided to enter the room at the moment. "Ooh My God Adrianna. What have you done? We are supposed to stay low, not anger them!" She yelled. "You ain't my mother to yell at me so you better shut up and serve me food," I told her coldly. I saw pain and hurt in her eyes but I didn't care. "You better watch out Ace, I know you made me stay here so that I can help your mafia but if you continue with that shitty attitude, then I will never help you," I said and started eating my food as if nothing had happened.

he said. I shook my head, he doesn't get it. "You don't get it, Mario-" "look at me, look at me. I have over 36 Mafian empires at my favour that are willing to stand for me any day any time, my aunt is one of the most influential Mafian leader in the world, I have people within and around this country willing to protect me when needs arises.

🎀MOANA🎀 The following morning, we had breakfast together. My mother made pancakes. Mylana helped pour the batter. I set the table. Three plates. Three forks. Three glasses of orange juice. My mother asked about my favorite things now, the things she had missed. What music I listened to. What books I read. What made me laugh. I answered. She listened. She asked more questions. She was trying, I could see her trying, to be the mother she wished she had been.