Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

life is so beautiful now . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- after 25 years ...... "bahi you are always busy . please give s time ..."behlool and behrrooz called behram and calling him for family time . but now he is famous bachelor businessman and mafia leader. her mother don't know but his father know that he is mafia leader . his father is so supportive . "behlool ,i'm s busy . i cant come home . try to understand ", i said . "bahi..please come..i want to met you . they are teasing me continuously "aina said . she is my behram princess's . he never let anyone tease her for one second . he will kill anyone be

Forward thinking and careless. "Enough! Don't talk about it anymore. I'm just kidding, Ms. Diandra Safaluna. After all, who would want a cold, rough woman like you," I said, still not to be outdone. "Who would want to sleep with a man who pretends to be okay like you." She snapped and then stepped out. I rubbed my head annoyed. Confused. Messy. Is lust riding me? But she is my wife! How can I not touch it more. About those two years? Why did my heart suddenly feel doubtful.

"I need you Mr Moretti." The club suddenly seemed to fade into the background as we locked eyes. I saw something in her, ambition, a hunger for power that mirrored my own. She was dangerous, not in the way all my enemies were, but in a way that made me curious. I saw potential in her, a potential that, if nurtured correctly, could benefit us both. "You are playing a dangerous game Miss Kiari." I finally managed to say as I took a sip of my whiskey. "I know," she said, her lips curving into a confident smile of her own. "I heard you like to play, that's why I came to you."

Not relief — something more complicated than relief. "That's the part that makes it hard," I said. "If he were simply terrible it would be easier. If this were simply captivity — if there were no library, no midnight conversations, no—" I stopped. "It would be easier to hate it cleanly." "Yes," Mara said. "It would." "Instead it's—" I searched for the word. "Human," she said. I looked at her. "It's human," she repeated. "Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is."

A glass chamber. Inside it… a young girl. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Her eyes were closed. Machines hummed softly around her. Maria’s breath caught. “Who is that?” Specter’s voice lowered. “Morrow.” Elias stiffened. “You said she was asleep.” “She is,” Specter said. “But not for long.” Maria shook her head. “You’re lying.” Specter leaned closer to the camera. “I’m warning you.”

“But we have an issue that requires your attention.” I stood, straightening my jacket. “We’ll continue this conversation another time,” I said to Hardin, my tone leaving no room for argument. And I left the lounge with Mikhail following suit. "What's the issue?" I asked. "Your wife, Pakhan. She's drowning herself with alcohol." Mikhail said and I felt the anger radiate off my body, I moved to find the little witch.

I murmured, recalling the words of her husband and brother. “Submissive, me? Never! I understand the mafia hierarchy and respect it. For example, I know when I can tease my brother and when I need to respect the Capo of the Camorra.” She started chatting excitedly, unbothered by my nudity. “Like when I fell in love with Frank, he acted as my brother and didn’t try to stop me. He knew he’d taught me to choose someone who would honor not just the mafia.” “It’s incredible that you managed to marry for love in the mafia, especially with your family being at such a high level.”

The office smelled faintly of coffee and fresh papers; a scent Ravenna had grown strangely fond of over the past weeks it wasn't familiar, but it was indeed welcoming. Work had become home away from home, and Laura made it worth the while, even though her boss didn't quite make her comfortable because of his constant advances. Telling her husband was out of the equation because what if Matoe was right? What if he is the one that was her one true love. What if telling Ortega would foreclose the love she once had and might never get again. "Just wait till you get back your memories."

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

Rafeal yelled in anger. “My daughter!!!! Get me my daughter and I will send your wife and kids back to you in one piece.” “Your daughter doesn't want to come back, Tiziana!!!! She is already in love with her nemesis and there is nothing I can do about it.” “Nonsense Rafeal!!!! Clara cannot fall in love with that tyrant and I would rather die than approve of her feelings for him.” “Then what is my fault??!!! Why am I getting punished for what is solely your daughter's fault??!!”