Mort Madagascar Novels & Stories

A molten need unfurled inside of me, and I crave something soft, something MALE! I felt so horny more than I’d ever be, even when I'd watched pornography in the past. Then he opened his mouth and breathed out the two words that I never imagined to hear, “My Mate?”

“Yes, sir. Cremation?” Zandrei reached the door. Then he paused. For a moment, he seemed to think. But when he looked back, there was a faint smile on his face. “No,” he said softly. “…feed him to the dogs.” His men went still. Regan inclined his head. “Understood.” Zandrei walked out of the warehouse and stood outside for a moment, breathing slowly, letting the cool wind settle the rush still humming beneath his skin. Just then, his phone rang.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

On the flip side, his beautiful mom was none other than Maeve. Jasper looked up and saw Maeve. She looked cool and beautiful sitting on the motorbike, but somehow, Jasper felt irritated. He missed me. Maeve came over and touched Jasper's head. "What? Are you so unhappy to see me?" Jasper sobbed, "Ms. Leighton, my mom is gone. I'm afraid she'll never show up again." Maeve could not contain the smile on her face. "What are you afraid of? She can leave. I have your back. Haven't you always hoped that I could be your mommy?"

They both walked further away from Mammon and me and I turned to look at Mammon, who seemed to be thinking about what he was about to say. “What is it Mammon?” I asked, rolling my eyes and getting tired of the weird behavior. “I have found my mate” He said and my eyes widened in disbelief. “Who is your mate?” I asked, excitedly. “Morgana, your friend”

I asked, approaching her cautiously. “Yes,” she replied, glancing around nervously. “I needed to speak with you alone. There are things you should know about Master Thiago and this mansion.” I felt a surge of urgency. “What is it?” Magda took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and determination. “Master Thiago isn’t just a powerful businessman. He has connections that go beyond legal boundaries—illegal operations, blackmail, and more. The forbidden door isn’t just a vault; it’s a repository for his darkest fetish. If those were to be exposed, his empire would crumble.”

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

('I KNOW THAT BUT I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND ASK ABOUT THEIR MOTHER'). 'Am curious, I want to know if she's right for Hunter'. ('SO YOU DO BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY SOMETHING IS GOING ON BETWEEN THEIR MOTHER AND OUR HUNTER'). 'I know something is going on but not in a romantic way, I think'. Sabastien Chuckled ('YOU THINK? YOU ARE NOT EVEN SURE'). 'And neither and you'. Jesse beamed with sheer joy "Momma is perfect". ('PERFECT? DON'T YOU THINK THAT'S A LITTLE TOO MUCH').

Aadhya asked in a confuse voice "yes I'm dead but you have forgot that how will I reborn?" janvi asked in a annoyed voice.. "huh? What do you mean by that?" Aadhya asked in confusion "hey bhagban main kya karu.. Muje kaisi ma de di apne? ( oh god what will I do what type of of mother you gave me?)" janvi face-palm herself

“I’m okay with it. I could actually use that money to buy a ticket to next month’s Moto National Race in Sangela City.” Maddison’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you were into bikes. It slipped my mind that they were coming to town next month.” “Hold up, you’re from Sangela City too?” asked Morgan, showing a little more enthusiasm than he was comfortable with. “I probably should have mentioned it earlier but you didn’t ask,” said Maddison in between laughs. They spent the next fifteen minutes talking about their favourite bike models, Moto National racers and their favourite Moto National Racing season. The waiter came by with the bill which they split and Morgan tipped the man. Morgan walked