Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Marco said as he untied the last piece of rope keeping Kathrine restrained. As soon as Kathrine felt the ropes around her wrists loosen, her heart raced with a newfound surge of hope. The opportunity for escape presented itself, and she knew she had to seize it. With a burst of adrenaline, she made a desperate attempt to break free from this shit hole she found herself in. Her legs propelled her forward, her mind focused solely on reaching the nearest exit. But before she could take more than a few steps, a blur of movement intercepted her path. Marco had anticipated her escape plan and reacted with lightning speed.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

He was wearing a buttoned-up black shirt with black jeans, and I had to admit, the outfit looked really nice on him; especially for the occasion. "Today is Sunday, so..." he trailed off. Chuckling, I put my hands in the pocket of my black hoodie. The weather wasn't that cold, yet I wore a hoodie with my shorts because it was comfortable and I had intended to go to the supermarket only. "I never knew Mafia leaders had a holiday too," I commented and started walking to the entrance of the graveyard. "Mafia leaders also need rest," he informed me and walked with me. "By the way, whom are we meeting here?" he asked curiously when I was silent.

Well, here’s the backstory: The day had begun with good intentions. She’d woken up determined to find a *legitimate* job, an ambitious thought given her track record. While strolling through Armsville, her eyes fell on a notice tacked up outside the general store: **“Workers needed for various tasks at Mr. Bradley's. Strong men wanted. Compensation to be discussed with Mr. Bradley. I'll be waiting."** Perfect, she thought—until the store owner snapped her back to reality. "I’ve warned you about hanging around my store, you little rat!" The middle-aged Ms. Tiffany scolded, broom in hand.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

“What was that?” Griff lurched across the seat and plunged his dagger into the mass of black, who let out a high-pitched scream and morphed into the shape of a small woman. “Who are you?” I snarled. “I mean no harm,” a female voice said with a stutter. “They call me Moddey Dhoo. I’m the dog who stepped aside for you in the ledger room.” I glanced at Griff to see if he was making sense of this, but he shook his head.

Molly had been Molly Hammers for over a week, the longest she had stayed a Molly since the whole thing started happening. It was night time and Molly had just gotten back from yet another intense training session with Rodrick and was having an ice bath. After being one of the best MMA fighters in the business he was one of the best MMA trainers in it too. He had won many championships; not just as a fighter but as a coach as well and he was using the very same mentality towards Molly and pushed her more than he had ever pushed any of his other fighters because unlike them she was actually fighting for something worth more than any championship or money, her life.

He added and for the first time in a really long time, I really hated the name and wanted to change it in that instant. It was Felix, the leader of a different mafia gang and we’re not enemies but we’re not exactly friends either, honestly, I wanted to get rid of him for ruining my moment with Maeve. “What do you want? What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, lowering my gun and returning it to the holster latched to the back of my trousers. “I thought I saw you,” he answered and I drew my brows together again, “and that Hawthorn girl, the one you manipulated your way into her life.” He added and I groaned internally.