Mufasa Ahadi Novels & Stories

Hayden asks changing the topic. Harsh immediately gives answers with reports as evidence. "They have begun rebelling, and they are using their weapons against the weak." Harsh starts, presenting pictures of their deeds. "And their leader is a black, he is from Africa. His name is Paul Ebuka." Harsh concludes, Hayden is quiet for a while. "Is there any vacancy in our staff?" He asks instead, Harsh nods. "Good, cause I have a certain someone in mind." He says, eyes distant.

’ 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,

‘I could feel every word they said as if it’s a knife stabbing through my heart, the pain is unbearable. The scornful eyes of my stepmother and my half sisters still haunt me. I still can’t escape their sneers even after all this time.’ ‘My name is Ella Hughes, the first daughter of Howard Hughes and Lilith. My story is a sad one filled with heart breaks, I’m a 23 year old and I’m here to tell you a story of my life. ’

Posh ladies dressed in silk and lace turned to each other, snickering, calling her names, mocking her presence beside someone like Raphael. "Does he always pick strays off the street?" "He must be bored—this one's plain." But Martha held her posture, just like Alessia had told her to—shoulders straight, spine tall, expression unreadable. Raphael noticed. He didn't speak, but the way his jaw twitched gave him away. Without warning, he stepped onto the raised podium at the center of the room, the microphone switching on with a soft click. "Everyone," he began, his voice calm but resolute, commanding the entire hall's attention. "This is Martha. My woman. And I suggest you treat her as such."

Harper’s POV “Let me remind you, Harper,” Cade growled, “I’m not that simple, kind country boy I once was. I’m a mafia don and there’s a correct way to speak to me.” He released my hands and slowly brought his arms down beside my head, not moving anything else. “Your attitude…your manner…” He continued. “That’s not how you speak to me. You speak to me like I hold your life in my hands—because I do.”

His smile twitched. Tim pulled out a small recording device. “This was recorded a few months ago. When Thaddeus was supposed to be overseas on a mission. Melissa his girlfriend is my cousin, my uncle, her father had asked me to get him something in his house, gave me the key, that was how I saw them together, and secretly recorded their conversation” He tapped the screen, and a voice came out of the phone’s speaker. Thaddeus’s voice. "This mission’s not as straightforward as I thought," the recording said. "Bruno thinks I'm still in Naples, babysitting his little spy, but I had to sneak back into Milan to see you, that's how much I missed you."

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

Several months later after Nina and Jack’s wedding, Damian held a party for Evelyn to celebrate their fifth anniversary. Unlike their wedding, this event was grand. Damian had decided to introduce his heir, Aiden Hill, the future Mafia boss of his empire. The Country was a much safer place with most of his enemies behind bars and the streets were clean of drugs. Not entirely though but now, he had many on his side fighting for a drug-free Country to protect their loved ones.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

I heard that much from Layla. Ma'mun is the first, Kamil the second, Sa'ad the third, and Layla the forth and only child of her mother. The rest were from Alhaji Abdullah's late chadian wife who died when Sa'ad was six which explains his exotic looks and hair. Layla who apparently likes me a lot, found a way to whisper to me details of their family that even G****e could never have given me.