Mufasa Hyena Novels & Stories

Her throat was dried as she kept swallowing her spit to make up for water. "I thought he was smart enough to have found you since yesterday but too bad, he is just as dumb as the rest of the people I have dealt with in the past. Leonard Wood is not worthy of being a Mafia leader!" Cane screamed. He matched towards Isabella again and pressed his leg on her which made her fall sideways on the floor. One of his men handed a seal to him and he closed her mouth with it. "I don't want you disturbing the peace of my bar, customers are already coming in. I wouldn't want you to disrupt their fun and Chase them away with your horrible screams because I am just getting started" He added, continuously m

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

But why? “Why would that happen, Wayne?” she asked nervously. “This was what happened to me earlier before I ran out of the room. I don't know what it is but, Mufasa said for us to meet him when you've eaten well,” Wayne explained. He completely left out the part were he was moving objects without touching them. “Is that why you wanted me to eat? And who's Mufasa?” “Yeah. Mufasa's the healer. He lives here at the castle with us but doesn't come out ever. I honestly don't know what that wolf is always doing down there.”

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

And desolation. Her legs softened and she collapsed onto the ground, losing all her strength. “Fuck—” she cursed, breathless. She knew she wouldn't be able to make it. She fucking knew it. Her reasoning was fading, and she rocked her hip against the floor, trying to satiate the unquenchable thirst that was possessing her. She was no longer Nora, but an omega with nothing but primal instinct for sex. Suddenly, a domineering scent hit her nose. Alpha.

My heart beat a steady, peaceful sixty beats per minute, a rhythm that was now the rhythmic standard for every living thing on this planet. Beside me, Muna was digging in the soft, dark soil with her small, slate grey paws. She was a yearling of intense kinetic energy, her iridescent charcoal fur shimmering with the amethyst sparks of her Triple Hybrid lineage. Suddenly, she let out a high-frequency yip of excitement, her tail wagging with such force it created a localized "Resonance Hum" in the air. "Look, Solis! The earth is making stars!" Muna projected, her voice a melodic, childish chime in the pack link.

Except… One hand and two tiny plucks would quickly render such a beautiful creature helpless. Helpless against predators and the elements. Powerless against being crushed under the sole of a heavy boot. A boot that would undoubtedly belong to David. After all, such elegant creatures needed to be reminded exactly how fragile they were. "Erhm, Don. We do need you to sign off on this." An uncertain cough broke the mafia boss from dark thoughts. His eyes narrowed as his gaze lingered on the butterfly for a moment longer. The Mafia boss returned his attention to the desk and the document atop it.

I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "we understand your concern, but we've worked hard to make this world better." "Better?" he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You call this a better world? We're the fucking mafia!" His voice echoed through the grand hall, silencing the celebratory whispers of the Families. The tension grew palpable, the room feeling suddenly much smaller. "You're going to bring a child into this mess? Have you forgotten the price we've all paid?"

Zeke pats his back and says, “Luzia. Here’s your gift.” Luzia’s brows knit together in confusion, and I find myself leaning forward in curiosity. “Milo?” she asks. “Yes,” Zeke answers, nodding eagerly. “Didn’t think I’d send you away without a bodyguard, did you? You know Milo’s my deadliest and most loyal guy.” Luzia laughs lightly, leaning into Vincent. “I don’t need a bodyguard, brother. My husband will protect me.” Zeke’s tone is sharp despite the dark smile on his face. “I insist.”

He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed. He runs his fingers over the fresh ink, and I hold my breath, trying not to flinch at his touch. Gently, he wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes with his handkerchief, whispering, "mi pequeña mascota" which meant “My little pet," in Italian. "Are you happy now?" I ask, staring back into his eyes with a slight frown. "Yes, you look perfect, and extra sexy," he purrs. "Now the whole world will know you are mine."