Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

We went to celebrate our victory, or so we thought. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, meet me, Alessio Romano, the eighteen-year-old leader of the Russian Mafia and the world's best hitman. It's a pleasure to meet you.

In overall there are thirteen men he never saw yesterday. "Hey!" Irish throw the napkin to his face. Basil glared at him. "What?" "What is with your face? You look like idiot." "Tsk," he only replied. Before Irish could talk again, their orders came serving with the four waitresses. They were holding a tray covering with stainless cover. When they placed it in the table, Basil's forehead knotted seeing the tattoo of the woman near him. Della and Alex noticed it also except Irish. "Here is your order S—ahh!"

“It’ll be over soon.” The next ten minutes passed in silence. Only the buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the air, like a saw cutting through both his heart and mine. Finally, it was done. Henry applied the healing film with hands so impossibly gentle, it clashed sharply with the icy expression he wore. He removed his gloves and tossed them into the trash without looking at me, then slid a business card across the table. “Save my number.” The command carried a strength that allowed no refusal. I blankly took out my phone.

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.”

Leonardo had the information he needed a few minutes later. Rosemary Mantissa, whose real name was Rosemary Gale Mantissa, was released 12 years ago, and she had a rose tattoo on her right back shoulder. Rosemary Gale Mantissa was a cold-blooded husband killer and the wife of the mansion's engineer and builder, Carlos Mantissa. Carlos Mantissa built the house for his beloved wife Rose, but it became the house of hell for them after his wife butchered him like a pig with a kitchen knife and an icepick.

Without further ado I went into the bathroom to wash my face and clear my thoughts, after splashing some water on my face I looked in the mirror, I didn't look bad but not good either, this uniform didn't fit me well, it showed too much, besides having dark circles on my face, I didn't look as perfect as before, bad time to meet the ex that broke your heart and you still love him. I felt terrible, I still couldn't believe this was happening, so I poured some more water on my face and dried it with the paper towels and got ready to leave, regardless of the fact that my life and my emotions were in chaos right now, I still had to work, I couldn't afford to lose this job. As soon as I left, Mar

The bartender, a woman with an intricate tattoo of a dolphin on her forearm, presented us with a vibrant cocktail menu. “I’ll have the Midnight Tide,” Logan decided. “And for you, miss?” The bartender’s gaze settled on me. “The same,” I replied. There was something about sharing a drink with Logan that felt right. As we sipped our drinks, the heady mix of alcohol and the thrill of the party wrapped around me, making me feel strangely elated. It was in this state of blissful distraction that I noticed her. Marina.

I have already seen them but still I just stood by Romano as he introduced me to all of them. "Robert Brown... he is the head of American mafia." He took my hand and kissed the back of it but Romano quickly pulled my hand from him and he chuckled. He was a blue eyes handsome guy but I can say that all the charm that he is showing is not doing anything to hide the monster he is from inside. A beautiful gift wrap for a living time bomb.

The bar man spoke without thinking but mere seeing his clothing, he gulped down his saliva due to his mistake. " Is this how you behave to your customers? " Damien asked " No, that's not how we do it. I was just... " " Romeo, why do you have to explain yourself to this man? " Matteo stared at Damien in disgust. " Welcome everyone to the Tropic Thunder, JS is going to make us cum tonight. " The MC announced and they all laughed.

he chirped in making Stomata blush as she closed the door after them while Rico simply winked at her . “ Where is Mr Macho ? ” Ryan inquired softly looking around the living room . “ He stays in his room nd only comes out whenever he wishes to aside when it was time for lunch , dinner or breakfast . ” Stomata replied sharply her hands wrapped at the back like a body guard awaiting her boss's order . “ Can you get him for me ? ” Ryan asked politely as he settled into the couch with Rico joining him by the side . “ Yes . I'll be right back . ” She replied disappearing into the L– shaped room , in no time she returned, the Butler coming after her . He looked more kept than the first time Ryan h