Mr Rude Novels & Stories

“ Is my presence so suffocating that you have to let out breaths when you are with me? If I employ you as my assistant, you would share this office with me. Is this how you would be feeling uncomfortable? “ He asked, obviously annoyed. Why is this man so short-tempered I thought to myself. “ No sir that is not…. “ I wanted to continue talking but he interrupted me with a raise of his hand. This man is so annoying, I mumbled and prayed he wouldn't hear me. “ What did you just say? “ he asked and my eyes widened in surprise. How on earth did he hear what I just mumbled? Okay, now I officially know I'm not getting this job. “ Not…Noti…Nothing sir “ I stuttered finding the right words to use. I

R’s hands. When Mike gazed down at how this man had worn long sleeves and trousers in such weather, he wondered if there were also scars on the rest of Mr. R’s body. "I didn't mean to offend you," Mike explained. "Hmph!” Mr. R had grown accustomed to people's screams, contempt, panic, and fear when they saw him. Nonetheless, he, too, hated his face. "I'll leave the funds to you, Mr. Corden. I believe Corden Group's financial resources will not let us down!"

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

the man said and Draken turned to glare at him. "He wasted his time. I've more important tasks at hand than to babysit this mate of mine," He snickered and Aurora's face fell, she lowered her gaze. "Don't be cruel to her, Draken. You should cherish your mate." The man said genuinely as Draken glared at him. "I'll treat her the way she deserves to be treated," Draken hissed lowly. "What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting Mr. Mafia to show up," Jonathan said walking up to them.

The haughty man sweat on his forehead, then his face grew paler and paler. “Why? Are you surprised that the person coming to you right now is someone who knows me? You really are a fool to have toyed with a Russell Raines!” Mr. Millet snapped into the phone. “Russell Raines? Who’s he?” William Jackson, who still didn’t understand his stupidity, asked. “Damn you, stupid! Are you really looking to die? Russell Raines is a leader of the black world that I have great respect for. You’re so stupid to make him angry!” he exclaimed.

Questions rained down. “Mrs Rossi, is it true you’ve assumed full control?” “When will Mr. Rossi return?” “Are the rumors about separation true?” She didn’t respond to a single one. She walked straight through the storm of lights and voices, eyes forward, heart in survival mode. Marco was waiting in her office, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed to his ear. He looked like he hadn’t slept in two days. “The leak’s spreading,” he said the second he hung up. “Half the financial outlets are running with it.”

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

“I want to help you. I want you to know that I’m not judging you, and I see the way you look at me. Everyone deserves a second chance—,” Rage bent down in front of me. “I’m a low down, dirty criminal and you want me?” he whispered. “You don’t know the real me, Neveah. You don’t know the things I’ve done. The demands a true drug dealer has for his employees. His puppets,” he whispered, his voice the roughest velvet I’ve ever felt against my skin.

FERRIS' POV I rubbed my temple, trying to ignore the mounting frustration as Alpha Pretel Rodriguez—better known as Alpha Rod—stared back at me. His arms were crossed and his jaw was set in a stubborn expression. The old Alpha’s graying hair, thick beard, and stubborm face made him look as immovable as the mountains that held his iron ore. I’d come into this meeting hopeful, ready to strike a mutually beneficial deal, but Rod had been more difficult than I expected.

The lightning from the window spread in the whole room. “Shut up…. I am not in the mood to listen to any of your nonsense.” He retorted in a stern voice. Otherwise, he really wishes to take out his gun and pierce all the bullets in the chest of Haider. The hammer hitting in his brain was making him way more furious.