Model Rambut Mafia の小説・ストーリー

"When did you begin to run this mafia?," I asked him. "Like how old were you?" "I think I was 16," he began. "Fuck knows, so much shit has happened since. I lost track of fucking time." "16's pretty young. At 16, I was trying to figure out how to straighten my hair without it getting frizzy from the top and you were looking after a whole fucking mafia." He shrugged his shoulders. "Dad’s a deadbeat.

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

~Robert’s Point of View~ I stared down at the pale beauty in my arms, she was so young, so completely off limits. But fuck did I want her, and so did my wolf, Kade. I’d always thought she was beautiful, but she’s been a pup this whole time, I couldn’t look at her as a proper she-wolf. She had also been the daughter of the most feared mob boss in the states. But moreover, she was my best friend’s little sister. Aleksey was now fully the boss, but he was so much more than that to me.

Lucas Blackwood: Standing at 6"5 feet with short dark wavy hair, his build possessing athletic chiseled features and deep dark eyes, he exudes a commanding presence that demands attention. As the heir to a powerful empire, Lucas has been groomed to uphold the family's legacy and adhere to their expectations. He normally dresses in a tailored Dark suit expressing his apparent dominant nature. He's inseperable with a good cup of coffee as he is with charm and sweet talking.

Anson had told me that was the way he liked his women, and I obeyed without question, in an effort to please him. "I think the last time was like ten years ago," I finally admitted. "So James, can you fix it or not?" Pilar moved around, impatiently. James nodded his head as he made an imaginary cutting motion with his hands just under my shoulders. "Everything below this is dead. It's gotta go." I swallowed hard, accepting his words. Cutting off more than half of my hair felt terrifying. "And," James wasn't finished talking. "I think we should go honey blonde. It'll make your features pop out."

I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at the wallclock. It was eight pm. Time for dinner. I exited my office and walked through the verandah until I came to stop before the room my little wife was settled in. The woman was a puzzle, a prideful and stubborn puzzle. Ava didn't fit into the Mafia world. You could see so by just looking into her clear blue eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, Ava had them. She was beautiful though, with her curly blonde hair and those pretty soft skin I had a taste of. After that night, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about having her under me again. And that's when the Addams t

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Suddenly, a voice sounded so sharp and powerful that they all had to put down their weapons. "Stop it all for me. Are you going to mess up my place? Damn fools." Reflexively, I turned around, and it was a very stylish, tall and noble-looking man in a suit designed in the Italian style. What impressed me the most about him was his platinum hair and sharp, knife-like eyes. It was Fiona's husband and also the leader of the mafia. According to the file that Steven has investigated, he is over 40 years old, but this man looks relatively young. I frowned when I saw so many people walking behind him. From how they dress, I'm sure it's not his juniors, but maybe business partners. That's why he got

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

I was simply a man in love, who was going to unite his life with that of the woman he loves. Malick, faithful as always, was there, first sitting on the edge of the chair, then standing next to me. He had taken a brush and his nimble fingers were attacking my hair as if it were an art. I frowned and let out a laughing remark: — Since when does a mafia boss know how to do hair so well, tell me? He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw as if holding back an insult. — Shut up, Elias, otherwise I will give you a crooked cut and you will no longer look beautiful in front of your Alaya.