Moka Rosario Novels & Stories

He would occasionally raise the wine glass to his lip, take a sip, flash me a smirk and return back to the topic at hand. I was bored, so I completely zoned out. The servers had already placed dessert on the table. I am having strawberry cake with a berry topping, while Federico opted for dark chocolate cake. My eyes went round the table until it fell on Mrs Caruso’s neck. How did I not notice it all these while, she was standing right in front of me, an hour ago, yet I was blinded by the decor and totally under the necklace on her neck.

She asked when she was done drinking water. Rosetta sighed. "I am Rosetta King, a member of the American mafia..." Aurora looked at her closely. "Your eyes, they were grey!" "It was lenses..." She informed. "Don't worry, I don't have a twin sister like you." "Whatever, why am I here?... It was my wedding day." She shook her head in disappointment. "You know about Rafael's rivalry with Italians, right?" She asked. Aurora thought for a second and nodded.

- Maria, we meet again, did you have time to understand who I was? - Yes, sir. -she answered, looking at the floor. - Very well, I am glad you liked our care. I will be kind to you and tell you what you did, and of course you will understand why you are here (...). The gentleman, so far mysterious, told Maria de la Cruz that the young man he had very kindly saved was Emiliano Romero. She wanted to explain to him that in reality he had died, but she remembered Rosa's valuable advice, and only limited herself to listen. He told her that this man and all his Romero family, they are from Argentina, and they were cruel beef mafiosos, there were no problems, but the story changed when he told her

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

That’s right, The third thing I forgot to mention, the maid was also the driver. The café, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of the city, was Lucas's private sanctuary. As Rose approached the unmarked entrance, she marvelled at the intimate setting. Inside, a single candle flickered on the elegantly set table. The ambiance was one of quiet sophistication, with antique wooden chairs and rich crimson drapes. As she stepped into the warm, cozy atmosphere, her eyes met Lucas's. He rose from his chair, a welcoming grin on his face. "Yo," he greeted, his voice infused with delight at her arrival. …

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldn’t be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. “What will it be guys?” he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? “I will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are having” Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didn’t know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money it’s a whiskey.

Did she just say that? Gosh! Who would have believed. That the one and only Rosalina Serrano, the soon to be bride of the leader of the Italian mafia group 'Felix Montego' would be here begging a mere guest house owner to give her a good fuck. He smirked and closed the distance between them, crawling onto the couch between her splayed thighs. He aligned his throbbing cock with the depth of her pulsating cunt before sliding his dick fully into her. She moaned. He started pumping Into her with his careful movement. He pulled out and slid back in, but she wanted more.more.

He had hooped up an espresso coffee machine with electric cords and water hoses. "What does everyone want?" he said, throwing his arms wide. "Cappucino, latte, cocoa?" Mom stared with her mouth hanging open, amazed. Mitko bowed to her with a flourish. "Gorgeous lady, what can I get you?" "This is Darci's mom," said Zoya. "Oh, mother of the Kapitan!" Mitko gasped and shook Mom's hand vigorously. "Do you know what a great player your daughter is?" Mom mumbled something, embarrassed and overwhelmed.