Mob Books Novels & Stories

Inside, Vincenzo opened his briefcase, revealing a sleek, state-of-the-art firearm. Helios's eyes widened in excitement. "This is the latest model?" "Straight from our labs," Vincenzo confirmed. "Lightweight, highly accurate, and nearly undetectable." Helios picked up the firearm, admiring its craftsmanship. "This will change the game." "Indeed," Vincenzo said. "Consider it a token of goodwill." They spent the next hour negotiating terms, their conversation a blend of strategic maneuvers and mutual respect. When they finally reached an agreement, Vincenzo leaned back, satisfied.

"Pennsylvania? Pittsburgh?" A woman's voice on the other end of the phone shouted in disbelief. "Yes!" She replied certainly. Her smile was vague but there was a hint of contentment and relief on her face. She looked fresh with only light make up on and her wavy, golden hair tightly tied in a high ponytail. Round shaped earrings hanging on each of her earlobes sweetened her look. Taya, at the moment, walked along the side of the street, her appearance was casually beautiful with a ring sling hanging on her shoulder. Her sneakers completely comforted her each step instead of her stiletto. While holding her phone on her ear, she kept reassuring her concerned mom.

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

He asks in one swift move, Zama is floating on air suspended. “Hey guys.” He adds. “Long time no see.” “Möbius, you bastard.” Owen charges forward. “Remember your babies.” Möbius says in a singing tone, making Owen stop. “I don't want them though I only want their hot Mom.” He winks at me. “Please Möbius, I'll do anything, just let them go.” I beg.

He opened the door and she paused, hand on the frame. “What?” he asked. “Nothing.” She got in. The leather was cold. “Everything.” He shut the door carefully and went around to the other side. “We’ll take the long way,” he said to the driver, and settled into the seat like he hadn’t been standing at attention for an hour. They moved through Elaris with the radio off. On a cross street, a news billboard replayed her face. On another, a florist put MOONBOUND on a chalkboard and added a heart, because the city loved a story more than it loved the people inside it.

The Moon Goddess seemed to have abandoned me, leaving me to face this terror alone. Romain's growls reached a deafening crescendo, and the chains started snapping, one by one, like brittle twigs. I trembled, paralyzed with fear, as the beast's fury intensified. The air was heavy with the stench of sweat and rage, and I knew I was on the brink of a gruesome fate... The Beast pounced on me with lightning speed, its massive body hurtling through the air like a furry projectile. Its chains snapped and clattered to the ground, freed from their constraints.

"Sure, she is ready." "I am so ready; now take me to where I don’t know." Luna said, getting up from her seat. Phoebe giggled. "It might be a long ride, but it is worth it." Luna's brows furrowed in surprise as she shot her father a stare. "Wait, you didn't mention we'd be in for a long ride." Bartram's expression softened. "I know, it slipped my mind." Phoebe jumped in with a twinkle in her eye. "No worries, Luna. We've got something pretty awesome to ride—a Direwolf Carriage."

I'm now in the shotgun seat, gazing at the scenery outside while Luigi drives in silence. I wasn't wrong; his house is indeed huge. It could be called a mansion or hacienda, given the vastness of the lot. I also saw several luxury cars that he owns. I just don't know the brands since I'm not knowledgeable about cars. Nevertheless, I'm sure they're expensive.

Someone is here, in my bedroom. "Whoever you are, you better show yourself." I commanded dryly. Silence. Who is this person? And why haven't they tried to kill me yet? What kind of person breaks into a mob boss' room and simply hides? I take the safety off and cock the barrel of the gun. Christ, I really hope I wouldn't have to use this thing. "You got three seconds before I unload the entire barrel inside you," I fibbed; I can never kill someone, "One! Two...."