Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

The leader of the group said. "Soon I am sorry." He said sort of shaking. "It better be." The leader said. On their way out, they broke a couple of more stuff. "Do you know who youre messing with?" He was asked quite angrily. "Let's put this behind us okay." He said hugging me. I saw Wolfie staring and I looked into my eyes. Was it sadness, anger or jealousy. "Why would Moro's men be after her bestfriend?" I wondered a little out loud but it came out as a whimper instead.

“Sure, Mr. Moody. I’d be happy to help.” Mr. Moody slams his hands down excitedly and rises from the desk with an enthusiastic grin. “Fantastic, Ms. Vega! I will set up an introduction with your tutor in the library this afternoon. He’ll be waiting for you there.” Feeling just as ecstatic by my choice, I rise from the chair. Mr. Moody is the most exuberant person I’ve ever met. He’s a portly guy with a balding head, rosy cheeks, and large dark eyes. He’s always wearing dark suits with funny ties that make us kids roll our eyes. The tie he’s wearing today is of Snoopy flying in the sky with Woodstock behind him.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

"Let's meet our new enforcer, Luca Moretti!" Everyone in the room fell silent when Vincenzo announced their new mafia enforcer. everyone bowed with respect. Luca gave them a nod of acknowledgment before introducing himself. His presence seemed to stretch beyond the space, filling the room with an unspoken tension. Luca. Tall, with sharp, angular features that could have been carved from stone, he stood in the doorway like a figure from a nightmare—his cold, dark eyes sweeping over the gathered crowd. His expression was unreadable, like a predator watching its prey. Everyone knew better about him and his brooding personality.

He often joked that a bonus of being around a lot of sweaty jocks was that he could see what they were working on within the showers. Amy Moss was a new arrival, a typical redhead girl, whose hair appeared more orange given to freckles on her pale face and gray eyes that often fogged via allergy season and she easily got a stuffy nose when pollen got the better of her. She was much taller than most of the group and often was self-conscious about her increasing height. She had been from the Midwest and never liked talking about her life there. She seemed happy enough to come to Temperance and lived in a four-bedroom house on the main street with her father and three older brothers. Her mother

I tried to open my eyes to see who was it but because I was too drunk, it all went in blur. I didn’t know what happened or how the heck I ended up lying on a bed while someone was kissing me. But then as I opened my eyes, a familiar hooded gray eyes were staring at me. His sharp nose and his wet red lips, he is familiar! I was too weak to push him away from me while I started to remember who was with me. Is this true? Brandon Moore, the C.E.O of MFC, is kissing me while he’s naked?

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this. Walking next door back to Kaylee's house with snacks in hand I find them already setting up for the movie "Hi Amanda you bought snacks" Mr Parker smiles at me showing me his dimples if I had any panties they will be damp "Yes I bought as many as i could find " Well what movie did you girls decide to watch?" How about Addicted about that married woman who is a

"The city and nation is becoming so unsafe for children and women walking at the streets. I feel like a failure cause I have completely failed to provide the citizens with adequate security and protect them from been kidnapped and sold. I as the president of this nation, I have done my best to provide security and get rid of the mobs but I have been proved wrong to date. I have discovered that due to the amount of money offered by the mobs, most of the people in the national security and also the leaders who are extremely corrupt, there is an increase in the illegal activities that is going now. Victor Valdamir was one of the people that made sure that the streets are safe for each and every

Harper’s POV “Let me remind you, Harper,” Cade growled, “I’m not that simple, kind country boy I once was. I’m a mafia don and there’s a correct way to speak to me.” He released my hands and slowly brought his arms down beside my head, not moving anything else. “Your attitude…your manner…” He continued. “That’s not how you speak to me. You speak to me like I hold your life in my hands—because I do.”