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

“Let him stare for all I care; I just realized that he disgusts me greatly.” Ada couldn’t help the bile coursing itself to her taste bud. The prince was sitting at the opposite end, with gaze searching her like an old-timer. She just couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, travelling that road once was a lesson she would never forget in a hurry. He was engage to marry the daughter of Uche, the most prominent chief in Dota and Alaocha at large. After all these moons, he had returned only to tell her to be his mistress. Ada forced herself not to spit. Not that it mattered now anyway; she was deeply in love, though her lover had disappeared into a thin air.

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

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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.

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?

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

He said poetically. Eagle unlifted the brow only to lift it again. The small gesture made them nervous for no reason. At this point, Wan cowardly turned his head toward the brothers–not the Hyena, but from the lion tribe; his nemesis. “Putera Raja, Raja Aidan Zakawat, Putera Raja, Raja Firash Wasfi. And my handsome uncle, Raja Yusuff Ruwayfi. It’s been a while, don’t you think?” He stacked his legs on top of each other and smiled sweetly yet viciously.