Mufasa Ahadi Novels & Stories

LUCYA I walked to my bedroom then I reached for the laptop which Maximo gave me. There are lots of folders on the screen, I got confused of which one I should click on first. I saw a folder named, 'Records', I clicked on it. I got a list of names. I keep on scrolling down, and I got aware that all those peoples have been killed. Looking upon the other folders. I got Maximo's profile details in which has written in, he is a mafia godfather. I staggered, Maximo is a mafia godfather. He is the leader of this gang? I should talk to him...I didn't know he would be a murderer. I'm a little terrified for facing him since I knew his truth, but why he brought me here? I should find out what is his am

TBH he's eyes looks like he just woke up from sleep. "To Aliya (Mama) mude za mu kama hanya. (Okay Aliya we're going to take our leave)." Aunt Salima said raising to her feet. We all stood up too. We were walking down the small steps when I stepped on my dress and lost my balance. I let out a small yelp then felt two strong arms holding me. I closed my eyes and opened them slowly and lo and behold it was Mustapha aka the starer. Remember i said he's eyes looks like he just woke up from sleep I was wrong. They were a dark orbs and so beautiful and...

He patted Issac on the shoulder as he passed and came closer to us. " I am Usif , the brother of our pride leader. Next in line to take over. I apologize for all of this " he said, sounding mournful. He was trying to be strong for his pride , but his brother and a lot of his people had just died. " I am Adrian , beta to this pack. And I am currently stuck behind a magical protection spell , so apologies I can not come and shake your hand. This is none of your fault or ours , just the doings of a mad woman. Our alpha will be here soon. I imagine " I smiled at him. " And this is our former Luna " he nods his head at her.

Even though he was in extremely poor condition when he first saw him, it still made people think that he was a prince in trouble rather than a real beggar. After a close friendship, Winston Barrymore knew that this was a demon with the face of an angel, a monster without emotions. Winston Barrymore put down the cup with some irritation. Half a month ago, this little guy escaped from his control and ran to W City to attend the deputy chief meeting. Now he still has to wait? He walked over and naturally put his arms around the young man's slim waist. His other hand reached into his pants and touched his butt. Jane Hilton twisted twice impatiently, but did not break away, and was too lazy to re

Both men ➡ Yes your highness. . Mustapha ➡ Good, now leave.. . To be CONTINUED. 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🔇

Selena’s heart swells with pride as she watches her children, the living proof that love can conquer fear. I stand beside her, my hand in hers, our bond as unshakeable as the day she first stepped into the mafia world. We exchange a look that speaks volumes—our love story, once a secret whisper in the shadows, is now a beacon of hope that guides the Rossi's into a new era. The twins, Michael and Isabella, stand tall before the assembly, their eyes reflecting the wisdom and strength we’ve instilled in them.

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.

Clara smiles, as she points to the other woman, “and this is Marta. We are your handmaids.” Marta is the tall and statuesque with jet-black hair pulled into a severe bun. Clara is shorter and more petite with soft, honey-blonde hair cascading in gentle waves, offers a small, kind smile. “Miss please undress and step in the tub,” Marta firmly says.

He stopped walking and stared down at me. "What?" I asked confusedly, but he just smiled at me. "Thank you for coming into my life," he said before leaning forward and kissing my lips. Thank you for accepting all of my flaws, Lance. Thank you for being there when I needed you the most. I'm looking forward to our future together. Thank you for being my Mafia Rescuer. I love you. THE END Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Elian Storm's story available! Title: My Boss Is In The Mafia?

Hopefully to reconsider their stance on Mena. “And you!” Dad included Levi, just like Stefano had done. “How do you feel about the maid?” I glanced at Levi, my eyes warning him not to put me into any more trouble. Apologizing to the Donatis was already bad enough. "I understand your concerns, boss, but I’ve had the pleasure of driving her and her daughter around, and I assure you—that they are two of the most genuine people you’ll ever meet." Levi spoke carefully, giving me a nod every once in a while. Even though his words seemed rehearse, the respect he had for Mena sounded real.