Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

"boom!" Just as Rachel West had just taken a bite, a piercing sound suddenly came, but James Smith swept the dishes on the table angrily. He stood at the table and looked at her coldly: "Rachel West, you are such a scumbag." Rachel West ignored him, fighting back the discomfort in her stomach and continued eating chicken and broccoli stir fry on the ground. As long as she eats all that falls on the ground, she can help David Kim get that role back.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He asked and turned back into the house. “You look a mess, boss.” Martino said as Rio walked to the couch and slumped on it. “What do you want?” Rio repeated, this time with irritation. Martino’s eyes surveyed the room, it was littered, with wraps of ordered food flying around. “Boss?” He called as Rio narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t have time for this, Martino.” “Is this about Mr Romano’s….” Martino stopped talking when Rio raised his head to look at him, casting him a glare.

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.

He felt so exhausted, but he wasn’t going to sleep, not until he got dinner for Martina. He sat in the living room and placed an order for the Magic Bowl, a Chinese-Mauritian dish that is a special stir fry finished with a fried egg on top. Vincenzo’s mouth watered as he stared at the picture of the meal. “Roberto would love to have this.” He thought. He stood up from the sofa and rushed down to Roberto’s room. He got to the door and knocked on it softly. “What would you love to eat Mr. Roberto? You haven’t eaten anything today,” He placed his ear against the door to hear his response.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

KATE "Miss McCartney?" A tall man, dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, approaches the table where Meg and I are having lunch. "Mr. Coleman!" Meg stands up, and I do the same. "It's good to have you back." "I returned last night. I have a meeting with Ryan shortly." "Alright." Meg looks at me. "Oh! Kate, this is Mr. Niels Coleman. Mr. Coleman, this is Katherine, Mr. Ryan's new assistant." His gaze meets mine.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”