Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

This was a test of Logan’s trustworthiness, his transparency about his life. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Logan met my father’s stare. “My father,” he began, his voice low and filled with an unmistakable sense of gravity, “is a mafia boss in our city.” My mom’s hand instantly shot up to her chest as she gasped, a look of disbelief etched across her face. “You’re joking,” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Very funny, Logan.” But Logan just shook his head slowly without saying a word, his gaze firmly fixed on my father, whose face was made of stone at that moment.

" What Drew did to you?" " I am. I am just grateful it wasn't something else. But I take solace in the fact that he will soon face the reward a molester like him deserves." " Okay. " " So...who is this boy?" " His name is Mason." " And ..what is he like?" " He's really cool," Pandora said as her eyes glimmered with admiration. " That's all?" " Well he's very handsome and unlike the popular hot guys at school, he is actually very nice. Though he doesn't seem that way because he barely smiles,"

To which Roseline and Aiden nods their heads in concurrent like a team. Aaron being the mafia boss isn't used to being treated this way. Nobody dares to even think about disrespecting him and here when his parents are hell bent on humiliating him ,he gets too frustrated knowing he can't do anything ,can't deny the claims too because he did for what he's getting roasted here.

And now he acted like she didn’t exist. Jacobo seemed to notice something in her tone because he shifted uneasily before muttering, “The signore is very busy with work matters.” Svetlana clicked her tongue. “Oh, sure. I imagine narcotrafficking, human trafficking, and…” her voice dripped with sarcasm, every word laced with poisonous sweetness. The change in Jacobo was immediate. His back stiffened, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of irritation and wounded pride. “The signore doesn’t get involved in white slavery,” he replied firmly. “He’s against that.”

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.”

February 28th, 1997 Evening Chloe Todmorden isn’t half as awful as I thought it would be. Part of me is sure I’m just in the honeymoon stage. As long as I’m undressed and ready by the time he gets home, Damon is especially pleasant. I haven’t had to spend a moment with his dreadful mother. Though, at times, I do feel a bit like a caged bird. Existing only to look pretty and sing a nice song when spoken to. The kind of bird that gets its wings trimmed should it try to fly too far.

“I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.” Maddison laughed and patted her hand. “You did your best to find this ghost in spite of the fact that you’re neither a detective nor an officer of the National Department of Federal Investigations.” Traffic began to flow once more and Maddison floored it once the road opened up a little more. She had to admit to herself that she was indeed a little curious about why Morgan Drake had no social media account and more so about why he had not contacted her yet. Most men who she had deemed worthy of receiving her number contacted her within a day but she was not overly concerned. Maybe he was indeed a ghost.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Life is made easy, we just get our contract afterwa rds without having to fight. Well, I looked up the governor's Godfather's son's name and his name is Mike Lewis.

“I have nobody to talk to, Ned. I felt like I was paying for my karma. I killed you and it’s slowly killing my happy family.” She stared at one of the brightest stars in the sky. “I know you were shining there… You've been a good brother, Ned. You were just brainwashed. I’m sorry I didn’t want to kill you but I chose the father of my baby over you.” Suddenly her phone chirped with a notification. Frowning, she checked her cell phone and found a clip from an unknown number. She clicked on it and played the video. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Luther with a naked woman. She was on top of him and kissing his bare chest. After a moment Noelle played it again like she didn’t believe what