Mphfpc Characters Novels & Stories

Allen BolMont, his godfather and father's best friend sent on the journey to "keep Brick out of trouble" Richard "Riffraff" Harris the resident runt of the pack whom the Alpha had little to no patience for. Thomas "Taz"Michelson, a new recruit and recently shifted youth. Jason "Doc" Coderory the resident younger doctor of the pack whom was a fresh graduate of med school student before being attacked by a werewolf and infected before he could return home following summer vacation. Daphne "Goldie" Hoover was the only female member and the girl friend of Taz whom road bitch on his bike when they hit the road. She too had werewolf blood and something of a golden transformation whenever she was i

I gave them the kind of smile that promised nothing good. “Congratulations,” I said, voice carrying just enough mockery to make a few jaws clench. “You’ve signed up to work in hell. If you think this was bad, pray you don’t find out what worse looks like.” But my eyes weren’t on the crowd. They were on Franco. The kid stood there, shoulders squared, chest rising steadily despite the strain. His physique was lean, sculpted—not bulk, but efficiency. And now that I saw him up close, I noticed the subtle balance in his features—male, yes, but with a certain androgynous symmetry. My mind flicked to the note in his file about it.

he trailed off, the pain of his past resurfacing. As a young man, Matteo watched in agony as his mother fell victim to the schemes of the mafia, enduring the pain and shame of being molested. With a younger brother to support, their family struggled to make ends meet. Despite his youth, Matteo's mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge towards the scammers, and he harbored a deep hatred for the mafia ever since. However, he kept this trauma to himself, not even confiding in his friend Kate that his mother had been molested.

In its place, a gaping hole. – Did you have fun… I say, looking at Philippe. – I was getting a bit bored. Had to pass the time, he replies, with a terrifying calm. Philippe is a notorious sadist. Sometimes, I wonder who is more disturbed, him or me. Marco, on the other hand, is the diplomat. Even in the midst of a crisis, he keeps his cool. Fernando, for his part, is the king of finance. Thanks to him, I have dozens of legitimate businesses that bring me in hundreds of millions every day.

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

“However, you feel about Connor and Charlie, they are good agents who came here for you. Don’t forget that.” I rolled my eyes at him as I walked past him to go into the house. “Hi, I’m Malachi.” I turned to see Malachi extending his hand to Murphey. I completely forgot to introduce him and Alec. “Hi, call me Murphey,” Murphey said as he extended his hand. I always considered Murphey a big man, he was tall and solid. But seeing him next to Malachi was a joke, Malachi had at least a good five inches on him and was more board.

A mere 18 year old had no idea of running an entire mafia clan in real, were rulling over three big estates. Soon after, Aiden overcome his trauma and from there he took over Canada and Mexico. During the time we met Charlotte and roseline. We got married together, on the same day and venue. Mom lost a major part of her, the day she saw dad lying there lifeless. She became like a living corpse. We tried everything, we could to bring her back to life. But it was like she lost her hope to live further. Loosing two father's weren't enough that mom too wanted to leave me. I wasn't ready for that. Nor did I ever loose to hope that maybe one day she'll come to me like her old self.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.