Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

“I’m getting married.” “Come again?” I sucked in a breath, meeting her watercolor blue eyes. “I’m getting married.” She blinked once, twice. My heart stammered. I thought she’d have a panic attack, but then she laughed, snorted, and held her tummy while doing so. When she realized I wasn’t laughing, her eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.” I shook my head and filled her in with the bits of my agreement with Klaus. The mimosa she ordered turned into a bottle of Riesling. “Klaus Martinelli.” I nodded. “That sexy infuriating Italian, you say?” I nodded again and jumped in my seat when she shrieked as though she’d seen Michele Morrone.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

Tessa spoke excitedly. “Whatever Sarah wants, you guys enjoy. I have some business to do. Boys, I expect you to take care of the girls” Mr. Bridgeton spoke while standing up and grabbed the bundle of his cigarette making sure no one drinks it. He was definitely enjoying it, looking around like we are kids. “Romantic?” Harvey spoke but I felt Bible shaking his head in disapproval, he knew romantic movies makes me cry so he suggested a different genre. “Horror?” He spoke making my eyes wide and I gulped a huge lump inside my throat, he chuckled nervously but he played Annabelle.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

Maya scowls and I laugh. "Thanks for making me feel better." "It's the least I could do, Marcy. Especially since you're working for that man because of my idea." "It's not all that bad, I--" My door suddenly swings open and Mr. Robinson is standing there fuming. "I thought I told you to get rid of that damn risotto." He says in that cold voice, except it sounds as if he wants to explode. "What the--" Maya is saying when I cut her off.

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.