Mufasa Hyena Novels & Stories

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.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

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.”

Untraceable. The first to step out of the armored black SUV was MADWOLF—HY. Towering, sharp-eyed, wild. He didn’t wear madness on his sleeve—he wore it in his grin. His fingers hovered over the hilt of the curved blade strapped to his side, aching for chaos, for blood, for permission. “Two guards. Balcony. High-grade rifles,” HY muttered, voice low and eager. “Permission to make it messy?” Behind him, MADCROW—ER—was already hacking into the building’s security with fingers moving faster than thought. His custom wrist rig blinked under the sleeve of his tactical jacket. “Cameras looping. Alarms frozen. Going dark in three... two…”

' Reuben wondered. 'What? This seemingly unremarkable man is the heir to the most powerful mafia family?' I thought as I turned to Tracy, who was standing next to Reuben. The moment our eyes met, Tracy's thoughts made my blood almost freeze. 'Marisa doesn't know. What a stupid woman. Galvan and I have slept together countless times. 'That penniless Reuben's birthday present is an insult. A stupid wooden bird? He'll always be a low life. I've had enough of poverty.

If there is one thing I know now, it is this: Elena is mine. The brown-eyed girl with a fascination for plants and absolutely no instinct for self-preservation somehow makes me feel more alive than I have in my entire existence. And for that, I will crush empires for her. Which is exactly what I am about to do to Gavril. When he first came here, I supported him. I was sentimental because I knew what it meant to be an outsider. A Russian trying to break into the Spanish mafia world. Even though I knew what his empire would be built on, I understood his struggle. My father was Italian. My mother is a Spanish heiress. But she is not a mafioso. And because of that, they never accepted me. They a

I took a step backward when I saw how his eyes got a bit bigger, and there was a smirk emerging on his lips. "Look at the bright sides. You get to learn to defend yourself, become more independent, and have a delicious dinner. Plus, a handsome teacher," he said and started walking away. My mind was now frozen at the thought of a free delicious meal. "Will there be a lot of delicious items?" I asked while trying to keep up with him. He was a mafia leader, and he was loaded, so he must have his personal cook, right? "I knew you would agree after hearing about food. And yes, you will get a lot of delicious food, trust me. Then, my driver will drop you home," he said and stopped in front of his

She pulled him closer and even begged for more as he thrust deep into her. It was nauseating that I tried to believe she was faking it. I clutched the arm of the sofa until it was finally over. The Mafia lay on the king-sized bed, heaving. His nakedness disgusted me– It should, but my stupid eyes were drawn below his waist. Even in his semi-hard state, he was thick and massive. Father was a joke to this man! I laughed inwardly. “We'd be doing this next time, little pet.” Vermont’s phrase slapped me back to my devastating reality.

It didn’t take long, though. A small curl at the corner of Eagle’s lips lifted. Malikul had to narrow his pupils before he could see it. “Is that a smile…” No. It was better than that. POP! Eagle popped his lips while looking mischievous and at the same time, the four Hyenas were laughing as if there was no tomorrow. The two wordless Hyenas giggled the loudest while holding their stomachs. Smiley drummed his fingers on his laps, looking all mysterious toward Malikul and Sleepy giggled at a lower volume.