Mufasa Ahadi Novels & Stories

fuad say do i can sensé thé sarcasm in his voice but i choose to ignore. Fu'ad is uncle bashir son (my mum elder brother) we never get along and it become more annoying now since he knows i love nadia. "You'ré Lucky hafiz, hanan is thé most calm and collected girl among all thé girls in this family, i am happy for you broo."fadil say looking at me from thé rear-view mirror.

Gwanhoya cast out of the dark forest returns back to her cave furious goes rampage inside the cave shaking everything. “She dares humiliate me like this!” she says shouting, “I am going to burn that forest!” “That would be unwise, demon!” a voice comes from behind her. She stops and tilts her head to see a shadow besides her, “And who are you!?” she asks. He walks out slowly, “The name is Mushakadzi, the demon who serves the Mighty demiurge, Mozaad!” he introduces himself.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

thank you brother Khloe pov I got to Dante ‘s house and screamed his mf name ,the neighbors are use to my noise … Dante don’t you dare run , just wait and lemme hit you I promise you it won’t hurt .., I said to him running after him .. we ran around the house till we collapse on the ground while breathing heavily …

he said. I shook my head, he doesn't get it. "You don't get it, Mario-" "look at me, look at me. I have over 36 Mafian empires at my favour that are willing to stand for me any day any time, my aunt is one of the most influential Mafian leader in the world, I have people within and around this country willing to protect me when needs arises.

she snapped. Carlo's hand clenched into a fist, his face filled with emotions, mostly anger, like he wanted to punch her but was doing everything not to. "Really? How disappointing. I always thought you were more than this, thought you were intelligent and knew what you wanted, but I was wrong! You're just another foolish slut!" he insulted. "Do you know that Mr. Mason has been taken to the hospital due to your vile actions? Do you know how enormous the bills are going to be? You're done for if he decides to take legal action against you!"

"Mufasa, put me down," I hiss and try to wiggle more. That only gets me tossed over his shoulder. "Mufasa!" I cry out when he smacks my ass. I hear his mom laugh, and I blush. "These boys are just like you, Mitch." Mufasa stops walking, and I think he's going to put me down, but I'm wrong. "Thanks. I love you guys," he tells his parents. I get all warm inside at how close he is to them. It shows me what kind of husband and father he'll be one day.

’ The big guy behind him growled low in his throat, ‘I am Joshua, Leader of the Grizzly Bears.’ He told him and the voice across the room yelled, ‘I am Alpha Lyon of the Blue Mountain Pack.’ ‘And I am Mufasa, King of the Golden Ridge Pride.’ A tall, handsome golden-haired male stood up and looked at the Fae Prince, ‘Tell me, Prince, what are your plans? I mean, we have all made and attempted plans of escape but we are still here?’ Mufasa glared at him from his own much smaller cage,

She can’t accuse me of interfering. “Hey! I’m glad you’re here.” Mia steps back after opening the door—and I glance up in time to find her staring at the six-packs. “What’s that? A study aid?” I have to cough to stifle a laugh. “Come on. Brad and Pete aren’t in class with us, so they have to do something.” Brad and Pete. Of course, that’s their names. Just as generic as they are.

Now it was too late. With a squeal of tires, I pulled up in front of the house. I marched past the imposing statues at the entrance, up the front steps. The front door opened before I got there. Carlos Hemingway, Lucius's consigiliere, short, balding, exactly the way I remembered him, stood there smiling at me. "Mira," he said in his quiet voice. "It really is nice to see you. It has been so long." I bit my lip to keep in the curses I wanted to hurl at him. Ignoring the hand he stretched out, I shoved him aside as I went in.