Mufasa Hyena Novels & Stories

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.