Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

, 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 slid a necklace worth eight figures around her neck and doted on her, as if she was the center of his life. Ivy smiled like a princess as he gently wiped off the cake from the corner of her mouth. I glared at the screen so hard that my eyes stung, and I almost started crying again. The man sized me up in disdain. “Why are you staring at that? He’s a mafia boss! The woman beside him is his childhood friend. Stop dreaming about living that sort of life, you pleb!” “Happy birthday, Ivy!” On the screen, he wished Ivy a happy birthday.

I tell her as I clap along with everyone else. Headmaster Stroud reads whatever is written on the bottom of the paper. This is it. It’s me and one more kid left. Which means we’ll both be in the same tier. “For Redwood…” Headmaster Stroud clears his throat. “Khaled Alami.” This time the applause is thunderous, accompanied by whistles and foot stomping. Khaled rubs the back of his head and grins, looking like he just won the lottery but doesn’t know what to do with himself.

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

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

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.