Paul Muad'dib Novels & Stories

“No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.” “Who?” Alexandro asked. “Maeron.” The name struck something in Alexandro. He’d heard it only in whispers. Legends passed from one campfire to the next. A sea-born being, a ruler of forgotten creatures, rumored to rise once every hundred years. “He’s a myth,” Alexandro said, though his voice held no certainty. Valerian shook his head. “No. He’s very real. And if he’s taken your wife… it means she’s not who we think she is.”

“ My client is not obligated to say anything more. “ He said while sitting down next to me. He placed some documents and pictures on the table for the detective to see. From his accent, I knew he was Italian. I saw recognition flash in the detective’s eyes. This wasn’t their first rodeo. “ As you can see, my client had an alibi for when the victim was murdered. You are free to crosscheck everything and see if it’s true.” The detective huffed and stomped out. I knew who sent him. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Malcolm was dead. Was Nikolai involved? Did he kill him? If so, why? The man had lied to me he was a legit businessperson when in reality he was a mafia leader. In o

‘The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place. Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force.' Paul was on his way home after going to the home of the Viper killing them at a spot. He was a very good in guns. He was alone and was on barefoot. He had ordered his men not to follow him and didn't take any of his car with him.

“You were Davis’s right-hand man for years. You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?” I watched as Adrian became a gangster while interrogating Paul, it was obvious he used to belong to the mafia gang. Paul’s eyes darted back and forth, sweat dripping down his temple. “I—I haven’t talked to him since he got locked up, man. I swear.” I wasn’t buying it. I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the concrete floor. Paul flinched. Good. I leaned in, my voice low, cold even. “We don’t have time for your lies.”

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.

“We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,” “I’m sorry Mr. Blackwood, Mr Steward, but now’s not a great time,” he mutters trying to close the door on us. I raise an eyebrow, looking at Zander and back to James Lucas. Amusing. Even the human knows who we are. I know Zander’s thinking the same thing as a small smirk pulls on his lips. His hand falls on the door knob stopping it from going any further, “It’s actually Alpha, and Jones mentioned you may be of some help with recent events?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes before pausing the show. “Alright, alright, I’m getting it. Happy?” he shot me a sarcastic look before strolling out of the room towards the entrance. “Maeve, I told you this morning, we aren’t having visitors today. Alpha’s orders.” I heard Dean say, his voice strained as he did his best to remain polite. “Considering there was a rogue attack literally hours ago, and Maia hasn’t been seen since, and you barbarians haven’t given her a phone so I can’t at least make sure she’s alive, then I think you can count me as the exception to that rule.”

I asked the assistant beside me. “Yesterday night. Since that place is a remote one, we have just received the news not long ago.” “The report that is reaching us now says that one of the people who had gone to offer their aid was Lucien Hart, one of the mayor contestants and the alpha of the Hart pack and the president of the Hart corporation. That is all we have for now; we will keep updating the viewers if we get any new updates from our people on the ground.” I stared at the TV screen; my mind completely blank. What happened to Lucien? Is he alive, is he dead? Is that why he did not call me yesterday? But why was I only hearing the news now?

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.

“His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.” “Why is he dying?” Fabiano asked, still confused about the whole thing Lucas just told them. “Yes, why? This sound like some bullshit, lame story…” Lauretha added. “Ah, I guess I forgot the juicy part of the story…” Lucas said and gulped some wine before he continued.