Murphy The 100 Novels & Stories

Kiran stood beside a car as the scene unfolded. Yvonne, standing next to him, clapped her hands and cheered, "Wow, hubby, you're so manly!" Her usually pale face flushed with excitement. Dale Murphy, the young master of the powerful Murphy family in Dragon City, let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen and curling up like a shrimp. His bodyguards were too stunned to react immediately.

I pleaded again. “Say it!” he growled at his former agent “Or I swear I won’t stop until you wake up in a hospital bed, just like you did to me back then…!” Murphy looked more and more desperate, his face changing color as he looked around at all the shocked people, until finally a desperate wail came out of his mouth, almost breathless. “Okay, okay…” he whined, again trying to free himself from Clyde’s arms “If you let me go…”

Murphy called out from the living room as she secured her service weapon and retrieved the other gun. “Why?” Dom asked handing over a slice of the quesadilla. “You’re just going to do whatever you want, aren’t you?” Murphy asked walking into her kitchen and flipping on the lights. “Usually do.” “Aranya have new backers and that’s why we’ve been seeing them again.” Murphy said as she got waters from the refrigerator. As always, she ran her hand over the bottles and lids feeling for minute puncture holes. Squeezing the thin plastic, there were no leaks, and she was confident that they were safe.

“If you’re that interested in another country, then get out of here right now!” “I do want to see if filth like you can hold your ground after losing the country’s protection!” When Harvey was finally done talking, he sent Murphy flying with a kick. “Aaaaaagh!” Murphy clutched his injured stomach, wailing in pain. “You’re dead, Harvey! I have the green card for The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets! You and Country H will pay for treating me this way!” he yelled furiously, refusing to back down. “The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets will chase you down!”

My phone had barely lasted for three hours before it died from the drop in temperature. In the end, Julian never came to pick me up. The last thing I saw before my phone died was Natalie's new Instagram post. It was a selfie she'd taken in front of Julian's car, with half of his face captured in the frame. "If we can brave the snow, we can face a lifetime together," the caption read. The black phone screen reflected the relieved smile on my face. On the day I kept my promise and made my 99th proposal, he chose to spend it at a concert with Natalie.

I start to turn, but before I can turn all the way around and get a better look at these men, the surrounding images start to fade and change. I’m now standing, hiding behind a tree at the edge of the beach where we had the parties. That man, Murphy, is here, and he is arguing with a woman. I can’t make out her face. She is holding a book and pointing at something in it as they talk. I recognize the book cover as the one we found in the chest. They go on about that if they can’t have what they want, then no one will be happy. She says something about how every time someone from Murphy’s family wants something that someone else has bad luck will befall that person. She pulls what looks like t

Content Advisory: Graphic descriptions of injury and death. Reader discretion is advised. ⊰ Marcel ⊱ Six hours. It’s been six hours since the ambush, six hours since the love of my life was in harm's way and I lost one of my most loyal men. I feel like I’ve aged a decade in the span of a few hours, and even as Mercy lays upstairs, safely tucked in our bed, I can’t get past this sickening feeling in my gut that something else is going on. That the attack on Mercy is only a fraction of the worst to come.

"I'm glad he's dead. He had it coming. He deserved it!" The call ended. Seraphine was expressionless as if it didn't concern her at all. Lowering her head, she tidied up the stuff in her bag. Having overheard part of the conversation, Seraphine's assistant said carefully, "It's been a decade, Seraphine. Many things could've happened in those years. I guess that's the way life goes. My condolences." Seraphine didn't say a word, and her expression was blank. She simply stood where she was, watching Rose wail and sob through the glass window of the ward.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.