Mugman X Cala Maria Novels & Stories

"What kind of wine is this, it's too hard to drink." Maria walked around Ella's body, saying. “What kind of wine is this that you don't even know? Stupid." If Ella had magic, she would have left here invisibly, but unfortunately, she doesn't have that superpower, so she just stood there, leaving everyone to look down on her. Given the opportunity, Maria will find a way to humiliate Ella, making her look like an idiot in the eyes of others. “Malt whiskey, this is one of the most famous wines in the world.” Maria said proudly.

“I’m only losing because I got distracted thinking about creative murder.” Luca sighed. “Malachai.” He smiled, all teeth. “What? It’s a baby shower. I’m in the mood for violence.” Back on the Starlight Majesty, Maria sipped her outrageously expensive mocktail, her belly rising with each soft breath. She looked at her friends. Her chaos. Her kingdom. “I love my life,” she said. Mafalda’s hand rested gently on her own stomach. “Me too.” The music swelled. Laughter echoed. The ocean shimmered.

"Didn't think you'd be so sensible. Then keep your promises. Don't say a word about where I am, or this collaboration ends immediately." Calvin grinned and nodded. "Deal." At that moment, Penna came in with the contract, followed by the other two staff members. With others present, Maria immediately switched back to work mode. She finished signing the contract with Calvin and saw him out. Downstairs, Calvin paused. He glanced at Maria one more time with some hesitation. "Looks like you're living pretty well overseas. You really don't care about what's going on back home in Sidonia, do you?" Maria raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he was trying to say. "What do you mean?"

Commander Kalanga had fought many battles at NAMPOL with the Namibian police force. Raffaele’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it. “Monica… if she pulls through—” “When she pulls through,” I corrected him again. He inclined his head. “When she pulls through… I want answers. All of them.” “You’ll get some,” I said, “and others… you might wish you didn’t ask for it.” Maria returned with two cups of water, shoving one into Raffaele’s hand and pressing the other toward me. “Drink. You’re both shook up.”

The engines rumble loudly for a moment before cutting off one after another. The riders dismount, removing their helmets. Some of them greet us casually as they pass. “Hey.” “Afternoon.” “Rhiannon.” I nod slightly in response, my attention already shifting. Even before the man in front removes his helmet completely, I know who he is. Calix. The familiarity of his presence settles in before his face is fully visible. Maria’s reaction is immediate. I see it in the way her posture stills… the way her eyes fix on him and don’t move away.

Only the capital S and the r left of the sign above the entrance. “What’s that?” I questioned as I saw what I thought was a mannequin posed like it was running near the shuttered doors. Dressed in worn black and white converse sneakers, torn faded blue jeans, a baggy tee with a black jacket. “Caleb!” Mariana called out, her voice desperate. The mannequin that looks like he wanted to be or was Kurt Cobain is actually her mate, Caleb. I saw his face twitch slightly, but that was it. He appeared to otherwise be frozen in place. “Don’t touch him. Everyone stay back, please.”Isis instructed.

I smoked my cigarette waiting for her answer. She nodded her head slowly. "That’s going to be a lot of children in one place." She replied with a smile. "Yeah well, seems like everyone around is fucking having kids. Besides, they prove for good distraction or entertainment." I replied, smirking before I frowned. Maria was quite smart and had studied abroad for a few years… "That is true." "Mari... Ever heard of a Feugo De Ceniza pack?" She frowned, tapping her chin. "No, not that I recall… Why?"

I clicked the safety and put the gun back down on the table. Messina was looking terribly pleased with herself, ignoring 'The Golden Mare' coming around her side of the table. The hair-yank St. Marie inflicted made me recoil in shock and I was some distance away Messina. Slap-backhand-slap-backhand. St. Marie released Messina's hair. Messina stumbled back, fearful and furious at the same time.

Solana: “ She was the captain of the other boat. Debo: “ Why? Kataleya: “ Just curious... Kilaila approached: “ She is very beautiful! Cailet: “ Hmm...I don't think so! - Me too. “ Kataleya said jealously. Among the pirates there was a beautiful woman called Mulaçua, she was a woman with brown skin, thin, medium height and body, she had an earring in her nose and another in her eyebrow. Zeuck didn't take his eyes off her, he approached her with a smile. “ Zeuck! Mulaçua with a smile: “ Nice to meet you! Zeuck: “ Are you from the Indian Ocean? Mulaçua: “ Hmm... no, my parents and I were born in the Atlantic region, but my grandparents are from the Indian Ocean! The two looked at each other an

“What do you mean?” “Correct me if I’m wrong, Elias, but I know you will never cheat on Maria. Let alone with her sister. So this—” he gestured vaguely, frustration clear “—this is weird and confusing. Also confusing that this Lucia looks and behaves like Maria so much.” Bingo. He was spot on. But I loved watching the confused look on his face even more. “You are correct, Cal. I will never cheat on Maria.” I said with a shrug, offering no other explanation. The kind of answer that left him hanging, chewing on his own frustration.