Mr Rude Novels & Stories

But his uncle came just an hour after, ready to go. "There is no way in hell you're driving that motorcycle back to Cali with that broken rib, Rus." "Well, what am I supposed to do? I can't just leave it behind. This is my only way of transportation." Russell was being difficult this morning. The lack of sleep was making him grouchy. "Ok, and what if you get into an accident, or you need to make a quick maneuver? Or what if,"

“I saw on the screen. Doesn’t he know that I could watch him?” I took a sip of hot Barbajada, a Milanese hot coffee drink, Ryan’s special. “He probably does know that you could see him, as a matter of fact anyone could see. He just doesn’t care. And he is Alexander. No one would dare to bother him.” I took another sip. My legs are stretched on the blue couch. Ryan has got everything in blue in his house. It’s his favorite color. He sat in the seat opposite to me. “But, why? Why is he so persistent now?”

he said, with an air of disgust in his voice. He couldn’t be much older than me, but he was awfully arrogant. Nearly talking down to me like I was some dumb pup who didn’t know anything. I immediately decided he wasn’t worth my breath. I’d ignore him. Rusty was a pig and a creep but he spoke to me with some level of respect. Ugh, did I really just give him a compliment? At the mention of his name Maura sobbed and a cramp hit in my gut, making me wince before I could help myself.

Alexander ordered his men before walking out, still in anger. He hated his family, they led his father to his death, and his Mother, she has been unconscious for a long time now, due to the shock she experienced when she lost her husband. Jake drove back to the Mansion which belongs to Alexander. He watched Alexander walk in before he made the call. Alexander may be the most known Mafia which everyone fears, but many don't know about his sexual disorder which arises whenever he's always angry. Alexander only sleeps with virgin ladies to calm him down, though not completely. No one is able to calm down his anger and blood thirst completely!.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

“A lot happened… I didn’t mean to just vanish. But right now, I’m looking for someone. A man named Mr. Ruz.” Grace’s eyes widened immediately. “What? Mr. Ruz?” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Alice, are you out of your mind? That man is dangerous. What do you want with him?” My heart pounded. “You know him?” Grace gave a humorless laugh. “Everyone in this circle knows Mr. Ruz. He’s a rogue after being thrown out of his pack. He's one of the most ruthless there is. He deals in illegal trades, weapons, trafficking… anything dark, he’s behind it.”

Justin sat on the edge of his bed, jaw tight, scrolling through his phone with growing irritation. His name— his entire name— was being dragged through every corner of the internet. Memes. Insults. Predictions of doom. Comments that made his blood boil. He scoffed loudly. “So I’m the ‘problematic Blackwood’? The one who will ‘ruin Sophia’s life’?” he snapped, tossing his phone onto the table. He paced the room, fists clenching.

Drille said as he rubbed Allison's hair gently with a smile. Jackson's eyes widened as he saw Drille. "How dare that jerk! I have to do something. This is the moment when he asks her to be his girlfriend" Jackson muttered to himself. Jackson stood up from his seat with his glass of wine. He walked past Drille and bumped into someone intentionally. The drink spilled on Drille's tight fitting blue shirt "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I bumped into this person and... "It's okay. Just move out of the way. You ruined my shirt. Mon Deiu! Stupide!" Drille cussed as he rushed away to clean his shirt.

He flicked his fingers, and showed them a finger, pointing in only one direction; outside. They bowed respectfully and walked outside. The door closed behind them. Just then, a sound came from the other side of the door. "Master?!”, a smirk, “Now, rich man, are you whom they address as 'master'?" Aiden listened intently. Even her sound was as refreshing as the cool drinks. A sneer again. "That's weird. Mistress always wants herself called as 'Mom' or 'Aunt'. This itself defines you, rich guy" Rich guy......

Luke's voice that sounded like and animal that was being slaughtered was the only sound in the room. So much for being all brave five minutes ago. “Shut up, and stop embarrassing me” His father growled at him, shutting him up with a glare. Before he turned to andrian father. “Rufus, we are on the same page right?” he asked as if he was trying to confirm something. I stared at the man called Rufus. He was tall, very tall that he should tower over 6 on the foot scale. He had a fierce tattoo etched on his neck. The letter “RUFUS” was written round his neck. Giving him a mafia boss aura.