Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Trevor chuckled handsomely. But even before Sumire could board inside Trevor's car, a luxurious phantom Aston Martin motorcycle stopped in front of her. Alarmed, Sumire prepared herself for possible danger but when the mysterious hunk man opened the front of his helmet, Sumire was shocked to see it was Mort. "Hop in," Mort commanded the maiden who was nailed on her feet and now staring at him in a daze. "Who do you think you are?" Trevor asked, frowned at the man but Mort gave him a cold look.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

“Tsk” He just clicked his tongue at me. The audacity of this man. Well I’m sorry my level of education isn’t high enough for you. Who the hell is this Nobu dude anyways? To have a memorial in his honor that even Aronohai is set to attend. Must have been the president or something. I never did like history. “He was the first unofficial pioneer for the Omega Rights Movement”. Miyamura says dryly. “He spearheaded and funded the movement”. He was what?

One I hadn’t used since Nikolai’s betrayal. Within moments, the doors opened and three of my men walked in—what was left of my inner circle. The loyal ones. The dangerous ones. Rico. Tomas. Angelo. They bowed but didn’t speak. Their silence was the kind I needed. “We move by dusk,” I said. “We take back what’s ours. Damon has drawn first blood. But we will return it tenfold. I just want to be done my way this time.” “Even after the losses?” Rico asked. “Even after Nikolai?”

And now I was supposed to marry into that? The Morunaga dynasty didn’t just reek of power—it bled fear. At the top sat Gojou Morunaga, the patriarch, whose last genuine smile probably happened before the moon landing. Sharp eyes, a permanent scowl, and a presence that screamed, I don’t need to raise my voice to end you. Then came the sons. The youngest, Nitta, was their PR disaster—always in the tabloids, always escaping convictions. Fukui, the middle son, was quieter but no less dangerous, with an unnerving ability to disappear from public view entirely.

“Why not? You already know one Stork technique, don’t you? Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me who your sensei was who taught you everything you know.” “I didn’t think you knew him as he doesn’t really call attention to himself. He’s more the silent-I’ll-whack-you-on-the-head-if-you-can’t-do-it-right type.” “Oh, I’ve known many senseis like that, believe me.” “All right, let’s see… He’s a wandering monk, like I already told you, and… he’s very mysterious. People simply called him Koumori-san (Mr. Bat) on account of his being blind.” “He’s blind?!”