Mob Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★

I have to it- Salem climbed through my body until he put himself on my chest- you want to come with me? Salem just stood still. I was going to take it. He couldn't leave it now that he had just returned. She was going to be the worst mother in the world. I put it in my bag and he went into his favorite corner by himself. I packed my wallet, sunglasses, and cell phone. I left the house and closed the door. I hadn't had breakfast and my stomach was subtly reminding me with growls. I would have breakfast at Rob's house. I got the bike out of the garage. My poor red scooter needed a change. The paint was beginning to thin. Before long the coating would fall off. I sighed. It seemed like yesterda

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. If you're looking for a perfect story don't continue reading this. Thanks! THIS STORY WILL CONTAINS MATURE WORDS AND A SCENE, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK. **** PROLOGUE "AH! Damn it, Luigi. Please h-harder... Ugh!"

I had gone too long without hearing my last name. He sighs. "Stay out of my work Mrs. Schulz, and forget what happened in your room as I already forgot." He walks out fuming. ********** The world's most dangerous mobsters are at the mob queen's funeral, Sabrina holding my hand as we stand beside his mother's coffin. We are on the verge of resigning to stop the Italians from taking advantage of the German state. Erick says something into his radio transmitter. My legs are burning from being on my feet for so long. The priest who has been forced to attend spills a bit of holy water on the drawer where that witch woman is.

” I asked, frustrated by the sassy words. “I really don't know,” Emily said, flipping onto the next page. They even wrote more about this problem. How the crossing over worked initially, the explanation of parallel worlds, alternate universes, doppelgängers. Signs of being from another world after total memory loss, and stories. A bunch of stories of people who have suffered from this. “Author?” Nikkie asked, and Elaine flipped the book over. “MoonCub.” She replied, with a sigh. “Well, let's find MoonCub. " We have the map, don't we?” Nikkie said, snatching the book.

I had become a fool for everyone. I put the phone down on the table before meeting the man’s gaze sitting across from me. Brando Maglione, the one with the scruffy brown hair and a heavy moustache twirled at the ends, looked at me as if I was an ant to him, the arrogance in his attitude vexing the fuck out of me. If he were not the head of the Bandidos Motorcycle Club, I would have shown him his rightful place. Nevertheless, this meeting was important. Getting him to sign this deal was important. After all was done, many of the roads would be open to me.