Mufasa Ahadi Novels & Stories

I tore through anyone who stood in my way, my only thought reaching Aliyah. And then, suddenly, there she was. Looking bruised and terrified, but alive. Our eyes met across the room, and for a moment, everything else fell away. "Alessandro," she whispered, her voice a mix of relief and... was that fear? Before I could reach her, a figure darted between us. Helena, her face twisted in a snarl of hatred. "You're too late, Alessandro," she spat. "She knows everything. About the mafia, about what you really are. Do you really think she'll want you now, knowing what a monster you truly are?"

Harlow’s voice is inaudible to Alessandro. “Our whole mafia clan that our father has spent his whole life creating will fade away, and you will be blamed!” Harlow screams at the top of his lungs. Alessandro doesn’t speak. “You chose the family a year ago when you threw Amber out” Harlow is cut off by Alessandro, “Don’t. Take. Her. Name.” “Chose the family again, do it, Alessandro. Save them from their misery! Take action!” Harlow’s mouth is shut when Alessandro stands up. “Harlow, just leave...” Alessandro shoos him away.

He did not even have any words to counter this. "I am sure that by now you must have already saved your retirement funds right? Your daughter has never been reliable anyway so it makes sense that you never relied on how to take care of you in your old age. I just want to give you an advice Reed. do not think about putting your retirement money into the company because I am going to make sure that I destroy it completely. It won't survive my attack so just forget about it. And as for your daughter tell her that me disfiguring her face and bringing her down to the poverty that she had always been so disdainful of is just the tip of the iceberg of what I can actually do to her. if she thinks th

Dan said keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. “Very well. Ah, Alfred thank you so much.” Andrew said as Alfred entered the room with Andrew’s drink in his hand. Andrew took his drink and took a sip. “Ah.” He said spinning the drink in the glass with ice. “Bumbu Rum, a wonderful drink when you wait.”

Mufasa asked another question and stood by the table, his hands behind him and his eyes peering into theirs. “Well, Wayne had touched my chest before...” she trailed off. “Mine was after her body got in contact with my hand...” Wayne trailed off too as he stared at Olive. “You two just unlocked two new powers,” Mufasa revealed proudly. He walked to one of his smaller tables and picked a small knife from there. He walked back to them and right in front of their eyes, he struck his palm and gave himself a deep cut. Blood flowed out immediately. Olive looked at him with widened eyes.

I can't take her to the hospital, not when that dick of doctor is scared of me and always makes a mess. After I left the room, I returned to my study, picking up the file Jeff had dropped earlier. I had told him to get all the details about my pookie and here it is. I studied it and felt something was off about it, the orphanage where she was adopted. I shrugged, running my fingers on the bold letters where her name was written - Nadia Angelo. “Nadia” I hummed, loving how it felt on my lips.

The night's fun died there, crushed along with the glass. That's when my phone vibrated. It was my father. Just one line: "Advice. Now." "Damn it, what do those vultures want anyway?" I said to myself as I put my phone back in my pocket and walked towards the club's exit. The Bratva council chamber smelled of old wood, expensive cigars, and stale ambition. When I entered, all the old men—men whose hands had built and destroyed empires before I was born—turned their vulture eyes toward me. Distrust of them was nothing new. But today, it was renewed, tinged with the ridicule that had spilled into the streets.

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"

Mei hissed. Musa raised an eyebrow. “Live in trees?” He laughed. “That’s no surprise. Since I must have arrived here riding a donkey, yes? Alhaji Khalid—my father—is the richest man in the whole of Africa. You mean to tell me people here don’t know him?” Each word burned Mei’s ears. “Richest man? Since when?” “Since birth,” Musa said bluntly. “The Abubakar family has a history of billionaires. This conversation is pointless. I have no time to educate you, make your own inquiries by yourself.”

“Why am I here?” Flexing his hand around my raised wrist , he shrugged. “Because I want you to be.” “That’s not an answer, Aiden. If your name is even Aiden.” “My name is Aiden. And yours is Alessia Marie Moretti. Daughter of Luca and Alice Moretti, god child to-“ “I know who my family is.” I snapped. His eyes widened in shock at my tone but the surprise only lasted a few seconds before he looked bored again. “Then ask a different question Alessia. You asked why you are here and I answered you. You are here because of your family.” Another shrug.