Mufasa Book Novels & Stories

"As my pet, I want you by my side moving forward. However, we must first establish trust. For both of us." I stare at him. He wants me by his side? What does that even mean? That I'll serve as his arm candy in public when I'm actually permitted outside? I'm not stupid enough to think he'll ever regard me as anything beyond his plaything. In a sudden, fluid motion, he's right in front of me, the water sloshing around our emerged bodies. My breath hitches at our proximity. He gently caresses my face, gazing at me with intense scrutiny. "As you already know, I don't take betrayal lightly. I won't hesitate to blow those pretty brains of yours out the next time you try to betray me. Do you unders

Tara A strange sound cleaves the heavy silence of the library — a sharp, broken laugh, which surprises even me. It transforms into a rictus I feel on my lips without having commanded it. "A conversation? Is that what you call it?" says Mike, retreating behind his armchair, making a barrier of leather and wood between us. His gaze is slimy, shifting from terror to desperate provocation. It's the trap of the cornered rat. "It's the beginning, Mike. The beginning of the end of our lies."

They rode in silence down the mountainside and along the long, lonely country road until they reached the unpainted wooden building that they referred to and used as their lodge. Freya listened to the tires grind their way along the driveway that lead to the dirt packed parking lot that still showed remnants of the gravel that once coated its surface. Her busy mind took in the crooked lines of the old building. It looked as if it was ready to fall over. In fact, at one point she’d made a joke about them hoping the three little pigs didn’t come to pay a visit because they’d huff and puff and blow it down. Marcus’ response was to chuckle and remind her that the dilapidated building was pac

MIA *THREE DAYS LATER* Three days felt like three hundred years actually because I was hating it here and everyday was killing me. I didn't like the so called fsky mansion which I got to find out on my own was actually the mafia's family mansion. It made me realize just how much I missed the old house. I thoufjt that going out would make me happy but instead I feel more suffocated here. I didn't have anyone to talk too neither do I have a phone or even Nelly beside me.

I promise to write a longer and chapter and yes it won’t be late before I drop the episode 5 . Pray the laptop man could fix my laptop guyssss!!! So tell me , how is the book so far ??? Is it boring ?do I have to spice things up ? Or are you still cool with the flow !!! See ya next chapter 😩

...Cassandra POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Christian, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was an exotic dancer, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Christian's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Christian by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

Aria tried to apologize. She had them dressed up in their night clothes and tucked them into bed. “Mama, can you tell us a story…?” Laura coughed. “Yes, baby. Where are your story books… found it.” She stretched her hands toward the night stand. Aria flipped the book open and started reading from it. “A long time ago in the animal kingdom, there was a little lion prince called Simba, whose parents ruled over the forest, but died after the betrayal of his uncle, Mufasa…”

And they're huge. The way the story ends in this book isn't complete, because Adonis and Bella get another book in the series. That book is the sixth, so I can't proceed with their story without finishing books 2, 3, 4 and 5, because the 6th book picks up from where Bella and Adonis's story left off in this book but continues through the story of the rest of the couples. And I simply don't want to ruin the surprises the other couples have to offer in the meantime.

I thought of our baby growing inside me and the future we were building. “What we had was in the past, Elias,” I said clearly, my voice steady. “I don’t feel anything romantic for you anymore. You left without a word. You let me search and cry and wonder for months. I moved on. I built something real with Dante. He treats me like a queen. He fights for me. He loves me completely. A mafia don, yes, but he is my mafia don.”