Mxg Novels & Stories

Hugh barked furiously. The moment Hugh’s attention shifted briefly toward Alan, Roy took advantage of the distraction. With all his strength, he drove a hard punch across Hugh’s jaw. The impact sent Hugh stumbling backward. “How dare you?!” Hugh growled viciously. The next second, he lunged toward Roy. Midway through the attack, Hugh fully shifted into his massive wolf form. Roy barely had enough time to shift completely, as Hugh’s enormous wolf pinned him brutally to the ground. His sharp teeth immediately sank deep into Roy’s shoulder, and a loud groan ripped from Roy’s throat as pain exploded through him.

Blaze declared war with them because Finn's mate, Victoria was threatening his mate, Mia. "Thank you for your help Zerxes." Max said thankfully. "It's my pleasure to help you, Alpha Max." He bowed respectfully. "Well, then you can continue working." He said patting his shoulder and left the building. As he went to the kitchen to see his mate and his mother hiding something from him. "What the hell are you doing?" "Nothing, honey." Her mother smiled at him, he rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to grab a milk bottle. "I thought that you were going to show her the book." He said as he takes the milk bottle and opened it.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

she said, feeling defeated. "Okay, I'll-" Matthew paused when he heard screaming coming from Ambrose's room. He hastily hung up the call after saying a quick goodbye before running back to the room. He found Michale desperately trying to calm Ambrose down as he repeatedly punched his chest weakly. Tears were flowing down his face and he looked completely distraught. Michael tried calming him down but it only got worse. Ambrose started screaming at him and Matthew just sat there, taking in all the insults Ambrose threw at him.

I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego. I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman. Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now. "Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

my last sibling slain before me by that monster’s hand. Rage consumed me. My vision tunneled red. I rose, turned, and fired. Every bullet I had left in the magazine tore into Sasha. His body jerked with each hit, holes ripping through his chest, his throat, his skull. I didn’t stop until the gun clicked empty, the sound dry, useless. Still, I pulled the trigger, my roar drowning out the chaos. Sasha collapsed, lifeless, the remains of his smirk still etched into his face. A cigar tumbled from his pocket, rolling until it hissed out in the spreading pool of his blood.

The car spins once, then twice, and then everything goes dark for a second while the rain continues to pour, hitting the wreckage. ~*~ Sage's sharp ears catch the sound of a loud crash, causing him to instantly turn on his seat and look behind him, and tries to see through the glass, but there's a large fog covering his view. Suddenly, his heart is beating too fast in his chest, and there's a tingling in his mate mark. He immediately clenches a hand over it. The dull, burning sensation isn’t something he’s ever felt before; it’s deep, sharp, and twisting. Suddenly, there's a bad feeling in his guts, and his breathing comes out shallow.

She sounded like a cartoon character. “Yeah, Flamingo. They’re pretty powerful, the Flamingo family of mages,” Brice continued. “Most of them live in Mexico and Central America. So… it seems odd she’d show up here. I wonder if her parents came with her. It’s also unusual for a mage to be homed with a sponsor, like us shifters often are.” “Why don’t you go ask her?” I said, shrugging, like it was no big deal.

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.