Sludge Villain Mha Novels & Stories

during her struggling and because of the impact of the slap her head got hit with the headboar--"She cut her own sentence in the middle and faked a gasp. "I think she bit you on your ear that's why you slappe-""ENOUGH!!!"His voice boomed in the hall. Jennifer's eyes widened in fear, she knew she crossed her limits by talking to the Mafia boss who is also her boss like this but couldn't help it after seeing that innocent soul like this. But his one word was reminder for her to stay in her limits.Andrew was very well aware of everything as it was completely written in his memories, he can never forget his monstrous act towards her. But that doesn't allow his employees to forget their places.

“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.

That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away —What if... someone falls in love with one of them? Madi looks at me questioning my question. —You die, because they do not love, they are villains who do not care about the feelings of a human, they only enjoy our pain when they walk away and abandon the one they used as a blood bank, and that's not all, almost at the end she says that the worst is for the slaves because if their master dies, death too but their suffering is agonizing.

she cried for her dead husband. Kiara M Thakre A 21-year-old widow. She has lost her husband a couple of months before and she is still grieving for him. She is an orphan, and after Mukul, if she loves someone the most, it's her Aai or Mother-in-law, who was the warden of the orphanage she lived in. Rudraneel Rane A 36-year-old man. The mafia king of Mumbai, also known as 'Kaal'. He is said to be ruthless and dangerous. Even feared by his own family. He had sworn to protect his family no matter what. But every family has its secrets.

He was freaking turning out to be some kind of a soul-sister to him! . . . . . Maahi rubbed her forehead in dismay. As soon as her dadu had been admitted and the police had been notified, the whole hospital floor had swarmed with khaki uniforms. To his credit, Majid had been valiantly trying to stand strong in her support amid all these policemen. But he didn't have a prayer to start with when these vultures had smelt the opportunity to attack the weakest link of Vaghela empire, aka, herself. With the mafia kingpin Lala Amarnath Vaghela indisposed and his heir out of commission, it was a golden opportunity for them to shut all their operations at once. Drugs, extortion, money laundering, fra

Her voice dripped with contempt. The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could. I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness. "Pathetic," the taller woman continued, her voice rising. "We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—"

Unfortunately, Raymond was on serving duty tonight and I had one of the other girls, Gemma, helping me with the dishes. She was a slave, too, but even the slaves avoided talking to me unless it was absolutely necessary. From what I'd gathered over the years was that when my mother had been still alive, there had been no such thing as slavery. It was Alpha Adrian who had introduced it so he could have someone to take his anger out on whenever he felt like it. So the lowest omegas had been officially converted to slaves for the pack house. They believed I was the reason all this had started and hated me as well. Hence the silent treatment.

He leaned back on the couch, his eyes flickering to the ceiling. As Julian sat on the couch, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. A news channel popped up, and the newscaster's voice boomed through the speakers. "...nd gentlemen. Today, we have some exciting news to share with you all. Fiona Vanderbilt, one of the most successful entrepreneurs and directors in the industry, has just been awarded the Best Female Director and Best Female Entrepreneur of the Year awards at the Annual Awards Ceremony. Vanderbilt's latest film, 'The Glass Ceiling', has been a box office hit, and her business ventures have been nothing short of extraordinary."

They were professionals, trained for moments like this. As Slade entered the building, the heavy weight of what he was about to do settled in his chest. This was the first step in a much larger plan, one that would ripple through the underworld of Khalidan, a plan that, when executed, would make him a force no one could ignore. And as he disappeared into the shadows of the city, his men following in tow.

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.