Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

“Perhaps you need to be more up-to-date with the recent happenings. Still, since you’re one of our stockholders, you can just sit back and enjoy all the future dividends.” The other authorities were respectful towards him, but indirectly, they were rejecting him/ Todd crossed his legs, placing them on the desk. “Do you know who you’re talking to?!” “Maybe I should reintroduce myself. I’m none other than Todd Jean from the Jeans of Mordu!” “Anything we Jeans of Mordu set our eyes on, you have to sell it to us no matter what!” At the words, “Jeans of Mordu”, the authorities all around fell into a frightened shiver.

Maddy says, nudging my shoulder with his. "I cook dinner every night, because the three of you could burn water. I am the only one with taste buds, it seems." I retort. Seriously, Halona can't even make ice. Moira can make pancakes but the always have one dark side and are kind of rubbery. Maddy can grill really well, but he isn't too great at sides. He just opens up canned veggies without adding any seasoning to it. His food is just.. bland.

, Maddox said confidently. "The Moon Goddess is giving us what we need, and you need a bitter pill that will cut your ego in half.", Drake said seriously. Maddox chuckled. "Maybe my mate will support me, so my ego doubles." Maddox enjoyed bickering with Drake. Only a few people would dare to talk back to Maddox, and talking with Drake was refreshing, even when they talked smack and end in a fistfight. Their friendship is like that. Raw and rowdy and honest. How it should be.

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.

Zandro is already done eating his dinner at the Bro's as he was talking to Marky about a lot of things. "Get ready for tomorrow were heading home for a weak or two..." Zandro murmured as he was tipsy at the moment. They decided to drink a little since Zandro must be free for the time being. Lucky for the people who can invite him to drink liquor... He is Zandro David Accetturo for pit sake! All people wish to have a little time with him... But he is just a dream for the common people but in Marky's case, he wants to take a break from his present... Being with him is really a suicide attempt! Is he planning something again and he invited me to go with him to Country Z? "Aahhmmm! Im busy... Yo

Still enraged, the female teacher mumbled, “What is the big deal with her, anyway? She’s just young and a little pretty, that’s all.” “Men nowadays are really useless to girls like her!” As she muttered to herself, she suddenly saw the person in charge of the admissions office walking over her way. Next to him was a handsome man. Instantly, she recognized him—he was Mr. Ford from the magazines.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

the woman scoffed. They reached the woods where a man was sitting on a big rock. He had tan skin, muscular body and black eyes, his hair tied up in a man bun. "Oh, look forest. The adopted son of Maddox Dasher is here," Pedro said in a mocking tone as his finger pointed at Conrard. "Maddox Dasher is here, too..." there came a stern voice of Maddox himself. His face sterner than ever. He was angry. "Oh, my, my. Look at you...the aloha of the Czar pack...the King of the Vegas!" Pedro raised his hands to the sky.

Amber is in a state of shock. “Yes, Tesoro, I’ve completely let go of the mafia lifestyle, I’m no longer the capo, and I haven’t killed anyone in the past four months…” He tells her. She is proud of him, her eyes speak volumes. “And it’s all because of you…” he shoots the last target. She walks towards him, asking, “Is this real?” He nods.