Novel & Cerita Mob Characters

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

Rowen pleaded. Mobius looked at Abigail and said nothing, but the look in his eyes said everything. "You can't beat me even if you're given more options." Indeed, Abigail had no confidence in beating him in other challenges, but she had a fighting chance with shooting. "Shooting it is." "Alright then," Mobius said. Marlin then said, "You can do it Abigail! You can create a miracle and beat Mobius, who's won many shooting championships, in shooting!"

Moover City, Country Z Moover City is one of the biggest Cities in Country Z, wherein it was the busiest city in the country. It has malls, supermarkets, churches, hospitals, hotels, resorts, and many more. This country is ruled by a President and a democratic country, but aside from the President, they say that there is much more powerful than him and it was none other than Mr. Mariano Accetturo. Known for being a magnate and a mafia lord in country Z. His word is a law in the place where he resides. Many politicians need to win his approval for them to win, he remains low-key even tho he is at the peak of his time. Coming from a very powerful clan they also experience a crisis in their fam

"A three-slot core module?!" Victor wondered if he was going crazy. Victor knew the Rat King would probably drop something good, but he didn't expect it to be this good. The Hundred Battle Core is a type of mecha module. There are many types of core modules, and the sizes vary greatly. Some trash modules can take up as much as ten slots. The smallest modules only take up one slot. A three-slot Hundred Battle Core is an extremely rare module. At least in his previous life, Victor had never gotten one, or even heard of one.

Meanwhile, Robert's bodyguard was blinded by greed and chose to take the suitcase containing the Blood mafia's money, without caring about his dead master. Maki saw all this clearly. He pulled the trigger of his gun and shot Robert's bodyguard dead on the spot. The suitcase containing the money was very tempting, but for now, he had to chase after the Blood mafia representative because the mind control chipset was far more important. But just as he was about to run, a voice stopped him. “DUCK!” Cylo shouted loudly, causing Maki to reflexively do so, and then... BANG! A bullet flew towards the pole in front of Maki. Fuck. He was completely unaware that someone else had been following him from

"I'm scared… so scared…" But Eros was already moving, gesturing brutally to two of his bodyguards. "Don't hang up, little bunny. I'm coming for you." And before she could respond, he was already racing to the garage—with one single order on his mind: Kill the son of a bitch of his brother. On the road, Lucy's car zigzagged through the streets. Malcolm's hands were sweating but still gripping the wheel as if it were the only thing keeping them alive. "Malcolm, faster!" Lucy screamed, looking out the back window.

Because the worst thing a mob could have were immature, careless informants who would flee to the police or sing to the greatest bidder. Even though the police are in my pockets, they still have the power to arrest me. They are definitely developing a case against me, I can say that much. They are allowed since it makes me laugh a lot. How they seem to believe they can touch me. how they believe they can undermine me. Nobody is able to defeat me.

I wanted to be around Dax and his friends and family-they made me feel whole again. His brothers were hilarious and had become my human chrysalis. He had three; each so wildly different from Dax no one would know there was any relation except for their looks. Moby was four years younger than Dax, and he had the same gorgeous features Dax did, but with blond hair, brooding, green eyes, and a perfect build from his job as a personal trainer-although not quite as tall. He was a jokester, and at thirty-two, he was the playboy of the group with a different girl on his arm every time we saw him, and they were always drop-dead gorgeous.

Mobius isn't done. Even as Eleanor's words still hang in the air, sharp as blades and weighted with defiance, Mobius steps forward with deliberate menace. His aristocratic features twist into something primally cruel and determined—an expression that has made empires crumble over centuries of his immortal existence. His eyes narrow, cold as winter midnight, and he looks ready to strike—not with claws or fangs, but with words sharpened by centuries of unbending pride and unyielding conviction. His piercing gaze stays fixed on Eleanor like she's a persistent stain he intends to scrub out of the conversation—and possibly existence—entirely.

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.