Shou Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

I tell him, my mind racing through defensive protocols. “What the hell is he playing at?” Max asks, pulling out the chair across from my desk and sinking into it. Anthony Scarfo is notoriously unpredictable. He’s wildly dangerous and almost never thinks of the long-term consequences or the unwritten rules of the syndicate before making a violent move. He could be planning absolutely nothing, just using these phone calls as a means of psychological torture for his own entertainment. But I cannot take that risk. I need to take this deadly seriously and be prepared for whatever violent ambush he could be planning next.

After her door creaked open, her phone dropped to the floor and I heard someone whisper yelling, "yeah, you think he's better. You are going to try to leave me. I guess I'll just have to claim you and dirty you up some more." I listened intently trying to decipher anything that would give me a clue as to who it could be when I heard her whimper. Not like she did with me last night when she enjoyed my ministrations but like she was sexūally distressed or wounded. I gave it a few seconds before I realized what was happening to her. I roared into the phone not caring if anyone heard me, "I'm going to kill that motherfūcker!" I called my right hand and best friend Reece "Claymore" Shields.

“You know what this slut told me—?!” “It doesn’t matter. Fuck off.” “She said she didn’t have any guy in her life!” Dante visibly tensed and let go of Stefan. He stared blankly at Chiara and turned back to Stefan, suddenly punching him. Stefan staggered back and when he raised his head again, there was something clouding the madness once in his eyes—it was fear, and blood. “Get out. Now.” Stefan scoffed and quickly scurried out of the restaurant, s tremble in every step he took.

Shen. Shen Xiu Jin cold smile, already eyes bloodshot, anger to the extreme, did not pay attention to the total Du's show of weakness, ran to the washroom took out the mop, to the container is a burst of wildly smashed, the container's material is special, easy to not easy to break, Shen Xiu Jin dead grip mop, one after another to smash the container, the force of the big, holding the mop hand, overflowing with fresh blood.

“Because if I lost, Shadow would never leave me be. She taught me everything. She reformed me, from head to toe. But, in this game, I am still lower than Psycho, though. I can never win against him.” Blue, who was upset at the start, immediately raised his hands. “I will not complain ever again. Psycho is literally the hidden gem. His mind… I can’t even fathom how his mind works.” “His uniqueness is the charm. I am grateful to have him as my teammate.” “Anyway, it’s your win.” Blue patted his shoulder and acknowledged his loss. “I’m not good enough to beat you.” “I thought Psycho is supposed to be in the genius team, or I am just tripping?” Smiley continued with his card game with Hisoka.

The young man called Xiaoye shouted as if he had stimulants, "Miyamoto, chop him to death and let this pig know how powerful I am!" However, Yang Xiao's body was as fast as lightning and his speed was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eyes. In an instant, before Miyamoto Ichiro could see Yang Xiao's figure clearly, Yang Xiao was like a peerless God of War. With a swift kick, Shinichi Miyamoto lost his center of gravity like a cannonball and fell hard on the glass wall of the Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.

The number of the room are wrong. Moo Shang suddenly feels week . He call Jun two to get him in his class and ask a leave for him then he quickly call his mother . He can't think anything right now . He seems blank . Luckily they are having a self study for this evening . " Mom... mom help me .... she's.... Tang Li something happened to her . What should I do ... mom help me . Someone wants to kill her .. What should I do if anything happen to her . How should I live ?" Moo Shang cries as he talks to Elina .

Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her. _ Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline. "They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door. When have I ever had to dress up for a woman?

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

"What is it, Connor?" He rested his head in his hand, looking over at myself. "Shit. You might want to check your phone." At this point I was already having some minor anxiety attack, so I quickly reached for my phone and started scrolling through the multiple notifications, texts, and missed calls. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."