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

There are several other messages coming in. (My Angel, all in safe delivery. They already transferred.) The girl known as Angel Gracelia smiled. It was a message from her henchmen who had succeeded in sending the last stock of weapons to be sold illegally. Now she has decided to quit that black world. Angel Gracelia converted to Islam with a new name, Diandra Safaluna. (Angel, The White One has an offer, 50% profit.) The girl's slender fingers typed softly.

"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.”

“I know that. That’s Matteo and Fiona’s daughter; Ravenna. It was amusing to see you two lie.” “Well, she found a file that included your name, her parents’ names, along with a bunch of names. In that file, a vast sum of money was floated around. She wants to know what business you all had that involved such amount of money.” “I know what you’re talking about. We made that transaction just a day before their demise. Her parents were funding a project that helped rescue some women that got trafficked, and I was kinda like the middleman. It cost a lot of money, and Fiore didn’t agree with their decision.”

~••Ava••~ I hate him. God, I really hate my husband Aleksei Vadik. But even amidst all my hatred for him, I can't will my body or mind to deny the pleasure he gives me. It was just a fucking kiss on the earlobe, not even my mouth, yet I'm already hot and bothered for him. For the man I hate.

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??!!”