Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

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

Abigail murmured. "What is it sir?" Maria said. "Nothing, maybe it is another Adrianna," he said. "Do you have her photo?" Dad asked and she nodded. She took out her phone and started scrolling at it. She later gave dad the phone and from his horrified look I knew it was the same Adrianna who was a mile away. "Do you know her sir?" Maria asked. "No, I don't think so. But Adrianna , who I know, I haven't seen for a long time and she is part of the mafia so I can't say whether it is her or not," dad said and we looked at him suspiciously.

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.”

Characters Introduction(Inside this chapter):- Alessia Madden(Adira):- She is one and only daughter of Alexander Madden, a future leader of Madden's gang. Even she born as a women her father trained her as a leader, according to her father gender doesn't matter when it's come to leadership. She leave her father when she got to know about her real mother is alive. She fall in love with someone and want a normal life. She like to design cloths and dance. But her lover cheated on her so she leave her everything and start her new life with new name.

I wear my hoods and open it. ""IT'S HEAVEN."" I saw ham, lasagna, salad, fruit. CHOCOLATE and so many more. I can't think anymore. I put sufficient stuff the pocket of my jacket. I smiled, my tummy is smiling too. I need to go back hurry. ""What the hell do you think you're doing?"" I turned my head, I saw Mordrake. Wearing his black panjama. I'M just looking at her thinking for explanation.

Moody just shifted like he didn’t know what to do with himself in the doorway. I cleared my throat. Eyeing a small box which seemed to be the last of the contents of the bag. “You know it’s very ungentlemanly for a fella to stare at a lady while she cries.” I finally let him know I knew he was there. He took a step inside the room. “I’ve never seen someone so emotional about coffee and sweets before,” he said toeing a bag. “These Mr. Gruff and Moody,” I said in a mocking tone. “Are more than just coffee and pastries. They are Maggie’s coffee and pastries and I will never find any better.” I mused. “So good, you have tears of joy?” he said doubtfully.

Wanting to see to the extent that the girl's eyes could endure the temptation of showing her darrel's grave, although Bella would never have been able to meet him even if only by a mountain of dirt. Yes, Marco was indeed a ruthless man with no compassion at all. It is evident with the body of an AD darrel that vanished even without a trace from the earth, after obliterating the darrel. Marco told pablo to take the man's body to his pets, he innoculously told pablo to throw the bloody corpse into the pit where the lions were waiting for their rations.

“Your turn.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ashton Walkers. I’m the Italian Mafia. The one and only, Marco Harold,” the man introduced, forwarding his hand in between the bars. “What?” Ashton gasped. In the wildest of dreams, he hasn’t dreamt of hearing another Mafia’s name after Simone Thompson’s demise but this was not an ordinary Mafia, he was the Lord of the Mafia World. “What do …you want from me?” Ashton asked. “Not from you but from the woman for whom you burnt Glacier to pieces. Simone Thompson,” he answered at once though his face crunched in distaste when he mouthed Simone’s name.