Owned M Never Novels & Stories

"When the world is trying to pull us apart, hearing those words makes everything else disappear. It reminds us that no matter what my father says or what the Council wants, you chose us." Elena looked back out the window, a small smile playing on her lips. "Fine. But don't expect me to say it if I'm ever mad at you." "We'll see about that," I muttered, pulling the car into the gravel lot of The Den. The building was an old warehouse. Dozens of motorcycles were lined up outside, their chrome frames reflecting the dim streetlights. Music was thumping through the walls, a heavy beat that you could feel in your teeth. As we walked in, the smell of smoke, grease, and cheap beer hit us. The room w

Mason said. " Anyways, let's talk business. How are the clubs going? Everything okay?"? I asked Michael since we co- owned about five clubs but he deals with them, while I deal with the company. "Are you still signing bthat contract with Maxwell industries ?". Mason asked out of the blue. Even though he handles my legal stuffs, I still have to give him the go ahead before he takes any actions. "Hmm, I'm thinking of calling it off, the man was too eager to sign the contract for my liking, so I asked Joshua to dig more into the man". I explained

responded a maid “No, I do not think so. He has no official princess yet, and he is not the type to date any woman. He is noble and gentleman!” “Do you think it's weird we haven't felt anything yet?" mumbled Noelle. "What do you mean??” asked the maid. “You know. A spark. A need. An urge. Anything?" "No. I mean we aren’t eighteen yet. We're not supposed to have that spark until then." "I suppose.” "I mean look at Prince Eugene. Today, he's nineteen and he still hasn't found his mate yet.” “He is nineteen? That's odd. At least for a royal wolf, right?”

the whole council turned toward the present Beta, each knowing the answer to the alphas later question. “I think we both know it’s going to be his son Adam” says Archer. The whole board turns their head toward Archer… The alpha hits his hand on the huge mahogany making the whole table shake, in response to the force. “the fact that you are an important person doesn’t mean you should disrespect the order in this room” “if it were to be Alpha Romero on this table, he would have dished out a better meeting topic, we all know that this tournament is going to be as baseless as possible” he closes his mouth earning some mutters and silent talks around them.

We're now at the shop and it didn't take us long at all to find the perfect one. It's stunning, in a simple kind of way. It's caught in the middle of white and grey, and it's got tiny roses embedded on it. It'll look perfect against her brown skin. We then have a special message engraved on it before they package it for us then we're soon on our way back. It's thanksgiving today. Mary is at home cooking with Liz and Josh and we'd gone out to 'grab a few things'. Which we are, but of course that was a disguise.

“Mom, I’ve told you not to bring her up. Jenna and I are just friends.” After he said that, he went off to drink with his rowdy friends. They went drinking, then sang karaoke, and later hit the mountain roads for some reckless racing. In the past, I would always worry about how dangerous the racing was. Every time he went out, I would try to stop him. Yet it always ended up in a fight. Now that there was no one to stop him, the celebration went on well into the night. Jenna suggested they go to an eSports lounge and game all night.

I was going to be destroyed for my lies! Marcus Siesta looked happy with my proposal. Obviously he wanted to strengthen his relationship with Vincenzo. He was least interested in our gang. He hummed with a smile, telling his concern, " I am happy that you consider me, Mrs.Don. Well, we are really thinking about joining the Bar business. It was too chaotic earlier. So we gave up and the police were too much. I heard that you own more than twenty bars in the state. If you agree, I can provide the best wine for your guests. No one except us can import the black liquor."

He was like a wounded animal, mobilizing the entire Moretti family to attack the Ricci's businesses, trying to force Matteo to give me back. It was a suicide mission. A crazed Lorenzo was nothing but a petulant child against the calm and cunning Matteo. The war lasted three weeks. The result was bloody and predictable. The Moretti family was crushed in several key battles. Their territory was absorbed, their core businesses severed. The untouchable Don of New York was brought to his knees—not by a rival, but by his own capos and consigliere, tired of his madness. I heard he was kicked out of the mansion and was living alone in some rundown apartment.

“Amara’s my woman. You and the bloody consortium can go fuck yourselves, because you all know I don’t trifle with what belongs to me. You could call a whole bloody mafia war for all I care. You’ll have Amara De Santoro only over my dead body.” Nico scoffed. “Are you sure about that? Because it actually works both ways for me. She’s about ten feet in front of me looking at some high-end winter muffler… completely unguarded. Just like I have a sniper 200 ft away from where you’re standing right now.”