Mr Rude Novels & Stories

Mord had. “Mr. Mord!” Roland approached Mr. Mord, who was currently standing beside Mrs. Mord. They were a husband and wife who had the most extravagant style of us all. Even all of his teeth were made of gold while his wife wore gold nail polish. Beside them were Vera and her friends who were now grinning when they saw me arrive without Alpha Cedric. But I would stay calm. They wouldn't have known that the situation would reverse. They would be embarrassed because Alpha Cedric would come and admit me as his partner!

Only the mission matters. But it looked like my answer didn't settle well with him as he frowned. "Yeah, but we could at least pass the time until then," he said. I think the Russian mafia leader has a twin. He is known for his most ruthless ways and here he is talking to me like I was the only one he wants to talk to. Well, the game is on. "Okay then. Ruby. My name is ruby." I said to him. "Oh. Nice to meet you, sugar. I am Adrian. Adrian Russo".

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

she stated, sticking out her hand for a handshake. Our client took it swiftly and shook once before letting go. Cold, blue eyes met mine before he could respond to my mother with the same greeting. “Good noon Madame Rosecraft and oh, please just call me Mr. Hyde,” he spoke with an easy Russian accent and pulled a vacant chair to sit. “I had some business matters to attend to. I hope you didn’t get bored while waiting.” He acted composed like a gentleman no matter how menacing he looked like with that long, thick, bad scar on the corner of his left eye.

He was a Man in his mid fifties and was quite short but very nice and polite. "Oh!, Bernadette welcome and Little Miss Elle". He said in his Spanish accent making cute faces at Elle making her chuckle a bit. Bernadette laughed too, amused as usual at how much Elle got along with Mr Rodriguez. The little girl waved at him still not being able to say his name. "Mr Rodriguez Good Morning". Bernadette greeted. "How's Business dear?". He asked her. "It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?".

He presses his lips together and shakes his head slightly. "I just can't believe how badly I fucked this all up" He says in a melancholy tone, and it breaks my heart. "Rhode ..." I say softly, I don't know what to say next, but the MC taps on the microphone and ends our conversation as he starts speaking. "Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Rowland!" The crow erupts into applause and cheers as Rhode and I silently agree to pretend like we weren't about to have an intense conversation and clap along with the other guests.

◇NO POV◇ a man in dark room sitting alone with his cigar his face looking ferocious he throwed all the items and shouted "you people are waste you made me to run away from those bastards" the man who was screaming is none other than Raghu he is fuming with anger as the situation came for him to escape from his enemies according to him he is a great mafia lord but when Aurthur took the mafia throne from his dad he started occupying one by one groups and became a powerful mafia king

I've lost a couple of pints of collectedness. As I sit on a stool at the counter, and as one of the baristas tells stories that I inattentively heed, my eyes are stuck on Mister Rusco. I can't take this unhealthy supposition out of my head — Is he somewhat the reason why Ryle cried last night? His smile is sweet. He gives off a positive energy. He appears to be a good man. He's a great businessman. But does everything he shows to the public as accurate as he does in their household? Well, I don't know. I'll just get stuck in my assumptions forever, I think. Dilapidating assumptions.

I pressed the keys on my pad and nothing was showing up on the screen “Fuuuuudge!” I screamed. Mr Drey was going to kill me. Everything we’d worked for and I’d let my anger get the best of me. I wiped my eyes. My eyes always teared up when I was frustrated and I was beyond frustrated. I slid my work glasses off and grabbed at my hair.

He loves anything in skirt as much as it is attractive. Best colors: Red He went to Max strip club every Friday where he got girls that would spend the night with him in his multi-purpose office in the club. The bar is filled with security but by late hours, when the club population had reduced. They tend to lose focus. And it was a red diamond boss. Alejandro re-read the message till he remembered every detail of him in his head, thinking of every possible way he could get through him. Every detail here was useful but useless if any single mistake was made.