Sal Fisher Novels & Stories

Patrick asked mockingly. Gloria's eyes widened in disbelief. All she could feel was that it hurt to breathe. "Mr. Fisher didn't pay. I was glad to let Mr. Fisher see me naked for free! Besides, Mr. Hammond, I'm worthless. You know that, don't you? Mr. Fisher is so gentle. Heck, I might be willing to give him money just to let him see my naked body. Also, I still fantasize about Mr. Fisher's kiss every night. How I wish I could get Mr. Fisher drunk so that I could sleep with him."

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

Who knew that Carl was deliberately leading Master Cloudwalker his way? Sure enough, Master Cloudwalker, seeing him, shook his head. “Yin kid, what kind of friends are you making? This one’s trouble.” “Master, you’ve been out of New York for a while, so you may have forgotten about the Fisher family,” Carl casually handed an orange to Master Cloudwalker. “This is the second son of the Fisher family.” Master Cloudwalker loved the sour, sweet fruit, peeling it as he spoke. “It’s a miracle he’s still alive. Did you help him? Change his fate?”

I was familiar with women like her, and it was evident she was simply jealous of her sister—jealous that a man as handsome and affluent as myself could be interested in her sister and not her. I had done some research on the man she was with, Fisher something—he's the founder of Rabis Ltd, a company that produces poisonous sprays designed to eliminate pests. I found it ironic that a pest like him was creating chemicals to rid the world of other pests. This success had made him a millionaire, which, unsurprisingly, attracted women like Ciara's sister.

That wasn’t all, a match box and lighter were also on the desk and finally, bunch of hundred dollar notes; bundled in maybe ten thousand each, Diana couldn’t tell. From the contents on the desk, it was obvious that this wasn’t just a night club; but Diana didn’t want to jump into conclusions just yet. Fisher was sitting across the desk on a swirl chair, he was a man in his late forties, just a few years and he would be celebrating his golden jubilee. His face was starting to get wrinkled and his hair was mostly grey, Fisher was putting on a black suit; and a red tie, puffing out marijuana’s smoke from his mouth as he swirled his chair side to side.

“…Dav.” “That’s Chairman Fisher to you,” the man on the other line said smoothly, voice dripping with quiet confidence and mock courtesy. Richard slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the office. “What do you want, old man? Haven’t you and your daughter done enough damage already?” Fisher chuckled, unbothered. “Damage? Oh, Richard, always so dramatic. You make it sound like we burned your company to the ground.” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Richard barked. “Canceling the engagement without so much as a courtesy call? You wanted a war, didn’t you?”

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

"Don't tell anyone I said this. Fisher is into human trafficking. His targets are mostly beautiful omegas. Male omegas are becoming rare; they are at the top of his list. If your friend followed his fake hospitality, then I don't think you'll see him again. He's probably somebody's sex slave by now." Luca boiled at that revelation. "Here, have this money," He handed the man a satchel full of silver. "I will give you two more of these if you can lead me to the Merchant." His usually blank expression broke as his brows constricted. **** Although Arlen had not felt this welcomed in a while, he found it strange that Mr Fisher had numerous guests in his lavish home. The servants spoke only when s

During a sudden lull in the music, I could hear some of the chatter around. "Stanley is well-known for being a textbook workaholic, a complete bore. What is he even doing here? Talk about a total buzzkill." "Of course, he's here to stake his claim, except Alissa isn't even showing him any respect." I wasn't looking too pleased. Rhys let out a chuckle and asked, "Mr. Fisher, shall I teach you how to shake the dice cup like a pro?" I ignored him. I simply mimicked everyone else and gave the cup a few shakes before placing it down gently.

Behind him followed his dad and a lady I didn’t recognise. “Leah, it’s great to see you. We are glad that you could make it today.” Jack offered me his hand. I shook his hand, “Thank you for the opportunity to interview for a position here.” “Leah, this is Julie Shepherd. Julie this is Leah.” Julie held her hand out, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” I shook her hand. “Thank you for bringing her up, Logan.” Julie smiled at him, there was something all too familiar about the smile.