Mugman X Cala Maria Novels & Stories

A small part of her feared that the alpha would so cold her for barging in the room without making sure if anyone else was around or not. Dominic waved at her and smiled, “He knows, don't worry, come in Martha.” Martha breathed a sigh of relief but then immediately raised her eyebrows, “I don't sense a wolf, is he human?” “Well….yes.” While Martha eyed Calhoun with suspicion, he got up and smiled at her, “My name is Calhoun and I am a mage.” His introduction left the whole mansion eerily silent for some time and the only sound one could hear was the faint flapping of wings of Skylark who had now perched on the windowsill of Dominic’s room.

He clenched his jaws again before he sensed his Beta Xavier was walking up to him with his Gamma, Arthur. “Who was that?” Xavier asked him before Arthur snorted. “You did not know? That was the old man that—“ “No, not that,” Xavier cut him. “That woman that was walking up to him. Who is she anyway?” Xavier asked before Caleb was clenching the paper that Marina gave to him. He smelled apricot around her. Such a sweet, ripe apricot at that. “She’s my mate,” Caleb said curtly before Xavier coughed and Arthur amused with his statement.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Now, the silence in my head is deafening. There is no Maria to check on. Elena has her safe in the villa on the other side of Malta. There are no Grecos. There are no contracts. There is just the hum of the engines and the three men who own my soul. "Drink," Spadino says. I open my eyes. He is holding a glass of champagne. It is the good stuff—vintage, golden, bubbling. I take it. I drink. It tastes of stars. "To the escape," Spadino toasts, clinking his glass against mine.

“As in Young Leone from the Leone mafia family?” “Mmhm.” Marie and I gave each other an excited look, we had heard a lot about Young Leone, he had quite the reputation. “I hear he’s absolutely gorgeous.” I said. “That he’s built like a truck.” “That’s not even the best part.” Marie jumped in. “He’s probably the wealthiest man in the city, he could probably buy this place outright with cash.” “That’s nothing.” Paula said. “I hear that he’s calm, cool, and collected. But also twice as ruthless.”

one of them said quickly, sheepishly avoiding Tony's fierce gaze. "You rang me urgently, to come here urgently because Miss LeTale wants to go on a field trip?" he asked them menacingly, taking a loaded step towards them when Maria appeared in the doorway. "Sorry, Mr Calcolo, were you otherwise engaged?" she asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow as she walked past him towards the doorway. "It must be very punishing work over at Mario's" she muttered with a scoff as she walked herself over to his car, waiting for him to open the door.

Since I knew Ivan was gay I could have cared less. “This is my husband’s cousin Ivan,” I said, flicking my head. “Very nice to meet Mickey’s mate, and congratulations,” he said, kissing her cheek. He didn’t miss a beat, or he was very good at taming his eyes from a naked woman. “Are you in the mafia too,” Veronica asked. I burst out laughing and Ivan did as well. This girl had no clue what she was getting herself into, but then again, I hadn’t either. However, I looked down at the amazing gift in my arms and could only think ... my mafia mate was more than worth all the trouble.

She placed the items in her hand on the island tiled counter and took a seat. Reid took some plates, cutleries, and two cups from the cupboard above, and sat opposite her. She served both of them and got up to wash her hands when she saw a picture frame of a dog. Breed. “Would you like a tour?” Maria’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice. “Yes, but maybe later. Your belly is going to cause an earthquake if you don’t eat as soon as possible.” “An earthquake is far from it. Me passing out because of starvation is more like it,” He said, a lopsided grin on his lips.

he murmured, “and I’ll buy you the biggest coffee on the island when we get back. And maybe a new sundress. Since this one’s probably got table impressions on your ass now.” I snorted, quiet, involuntary, and elbowed him lightly. “Shut up.” But the knot in my chest loosened just a fraction. The van slowed, tires crunching to a stop at a small gravel pull-off. Maria-the-guide turned off the engine, twisted in her seat with a bright, professional smile that somehow managed to ignore the elephant (or the sex-on-the-table) in the room. “Ready?” she asked. I looked at Adrian. He gave me a small nod, squeezed my hand once more.

It was written in caps lock. HI! IT IS MARIA. UJU IS DEAD. 9 13 9 19 19 21 SEE YOU SOON!