Paul Muad'dib Novels & Stories

"I am so sorry. Mr. Sica is presently in a meeting but you can tell me whatever you have in mind." There was an eerie silence once more. Would I really tell her that some miracle child of Nikolas Sica was lying in the hospital? I was one of the hundreds on that lost and would definitely be taken unseriously. I made a promise not to lie though so I kept good on my excuse. "It is a private issue. Could you just tell him its a message from Alva." Nikolas Sica was a man whore so that could bait him in but the reply of the woman stunned me.

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

This week feels like hell to him because Paul keeps on thinking about the prepared document of his boss. Connor is such an intelligent asshole. . . Consequently, he doesn’t want Paul to leave his side. He cannot think straight while walking to his car. He grabs his wallet for the key when a picture of Mr Davon is in the secret pocket that falls from the strong wind. Paul’s hand immediately grabs it from mid-air, making his face blank. How sweet it is from the five years he goes out from the mafia. He was once a drug dealer; however, Paul doesn’t want the job anymore because of the PDEA.

She answers him, still holding my shirt and hiding behind me. “Hold up. Hold the fuck up.” Damian says. Looking very closely at Justin. “That can’t be right. Because if she’s who I think she is, then we are all dead.” “Who do you think she is?” I ask him. “The man who attacked us, killed my mother, and take Adrian.” Nobody answered him. We just exchanged glares. “Ohhh my fucking moon goddess. Are you fucking kidding me?” “You don’t say a curse word and call the Moon goddess in the same sentence,” I warn him.

Then, she bowed and said, “Mr. Mendoza, please go ahead. Mr. Hamilton is already waiting for you.” Soon, the female secretary brought Paul into the pavilion located in the back garden. “Hehe. What wind blows you, the first-in-command of Las Vegas, here? “Coming to see me at noon, you can’t just be here to have lunch, right?” As soon as Paul entered the pavilion, a faint voice came from the other side. Paul then unconsciously raised his head and saw the energetic King of Gambling, Fabian, dressed in a suit. He looked very plain, obscure and even his temperament was nothing special. However, this introverted side of him made Paul’s pupils slightly shrank.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

Paul) As he was ranting. Running his mouth loudly, the door to the studio booth were opened, and it was Major Sadeen, donned with her black Central uniform with a thick folder in her arms. “Paul..I’m swear to god…if you keep running your mouth complaining like that..when, VP heard about it…surely you will taste her whip again…here, the latest news…”. (Major Sadeen)