Moka Rosario Novels & Stories

Like a mother like a son, she thought. "And where is my son?" Rosana froze on hearing the question. How was she supposed to know? She didn't even know anything else about him, except he was a Mafia Lord and his name was Sergio De Niro. "I do not know" Munika scoffed. "Such a lame answer. He is your husband, is he not?" Rosana was tempted to say he wasn't her husband. That she was engaged to someone else who was presumably worried sick about her but she kept her mouth shut and kept picking on her meal.

Rosa cries. "Rosa, it is not personal. It is business," Mario says. I open the door of the apartment and run down the stairs. "Stop! I am Mia. What do you want with me," I shout. Mario spins around and looks at me. "Stop! Put the things back in place," Mario says to his men. "Mia, no, honey, they are going to kill you," Rosa cries. "I can not let them destroy what you have worked so hard for. I will be fine. If this bastard kills me, I will die with my head held high! Even if they torture me, I will not cry," I say.

“Fuck!” I cursed silently as I fisted my hands with anger when Matthew Laqueza showed the picture of the man I hated the most. A week has passed since we all met. We are currently discussing information about the enemy to better prepare our moves. "Farro Roque is in charge of the weapons and women they sell on the black market," he said while looking at him seriously. "He's living here in Manila," he added. My forehead knotted at what he just said. I couldn't avoid looking at him badly because of my overflowing emotions.

A new, dangerous chapter was about to begin. And somewhere in the city, Nikolai Zhukov raised a glass in silent toast to his newest acquisition. Dr. Alessia Russo was proving to be much more intriguing, and much lovelier, than he had expected when he'd heard that there was a doctor who had reached out to them. He smiled into his glass. The game was just beginning, and he loved a good challenge.

Taya motioned Lucas to start eating while she drank the rest of the wine in her glass. "You plan to get drunk tonight?" Lucas smirked, his face was so tempting, especially his eyes. His neat golden hair, a broken white collared, long sleeved cotton shirt combined with a pair of jeans that had always been Taya's weakness but tonight, Lucas' face reminded her of a Joker despite his elegant appearance. "Not really. I just don't feel like eating." Taya replied idly which made Lucas' brows rise in surprise. "You can order something else if you like." He offered while bit a slice of quattro formaggi.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

The scene looked magical and Eldion could not help but feel mesmerized by what he saw. Then, Eldion remembered what Rolho told his students about some of the plants of Rokuhari. Moksua had beautiful flowers but can make its victims lose consciousness before feeding on them. Eldion quickly covered his nose and used his fire ball to destroy the flowering plants. The moksua seemed to scream eerily as they wilted and burned under Eldion’s fire.

“Very well. My ships, my warehouses, my men. Yours. But if you fall, Mrs. Moretti, you drag me down with you.” Amara clasped his hand without hesitation. “Then we won’t fall.” São Paulo: Rosa’s Challenge The rooftop restaurant pulsed with energy, the samba rhythms from the street below drifting up like smoke. The skyline glittered, a thousand points of light scattered across the Brazilian night. Rosa Mendes arrived like a storm in red silk, her heels striking the floor with authority. She sat opposite Amara and Luca, her eyes sharp, her smile sharp enough to cut. “You’ve made quite the show on the world stage,” Rosa said, swirling her wine lazily. “But shows don’t win wars. Power does.”

Rose walked inside the cafe from the kitchen with a plate containing moon cake in hand, calling for Laura, but stopped to see her high-end customer. "Oh, hello Dr. Roberts. Welcome to the red rose cafe." Rose said. Dr. Jack Roberts gaze at Rose and smiled ear to ear. "Hello madam Rose, how do you do?" Jack said. "I am fine thank you, Dr. Roberts please have a seat." "I was out when problem accrued to madam Rose. If I would be here, I would surely help you get out of the problem. My apologies that I couldn't help madam Rose when she was in trouble."

Willow's POV I’ve been to Rosario’s enough times to know exactly how the place runs. It ain’t your regular restaurant like normal people think. Yeah, there’s a menu. Yeah, there’s some fancy sommelier acting like wine is life or death, and the maître d’ who’s been there twenty years and remembers every important face. But the real reason Rosario’s still standing after three decades is simple: it’s neutral ground. A spot where guys who would happily shoot each other on Tuesday can sit across a clean white tablecloth on Wednesday and talk business without pulling guns.