Tante Manis Novels & Stories

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

she responded charmingly, her smile as bright as ever. “Please, I’d like you two to meet my girlfriend, Jasmin Whyte.” he introduced, his arms going around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She didn’t miss the heat that arrested her body at his touch and she brushed it away. “Jasmin, meet Mr Manasseh and Mrs Tessa Doe.” The three shook hands and exchanged pleasantries and Cainan moved to introduce Manasseh as the head of the Inferno group based in Jos, for almost five years now.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

• Her guards form a literal wall when she walks. • She thanks every one of them by name. Who the fuck does that? I pulled up a picture of her daughter next. Allegra Mancini. A face that mirrored her mother’s features , and she was married to Scott Fucking Mancini. There was a shot of her stepping out of a car, hand tucked into the elbow of Scott Mancini. The Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. A man who slit throats with the same casualness most people ordered coffee.

the man asked. She shook her head quickly, wiping at her tears. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand your language, sir—and I don’t talk to strangers. Please… just leave me alone.” “Excuse me, Signorina,” the man said gently, his words a mix of Italian and English. “I don’t mean to be rude. My wife urged me to ask why you were crying. My name is Mason Mancini.” He gestured toward a well-dressed older woman watching them from a short distance. She looked genuinely concerned.

Cam said, and I looked at the photo. In the photo, Manu had two small braids in her long light brown hair and thick bangs that almost covered her eyes. She wore huge glasses and braces. Indeed, she looked different, and her face, which was chubby and undefined compared to now, was practically hidden behind the glasses and bangs, but looking closely, you could see the similarities. I smiled looking at the photo; it was a picture of a girl, but Manu was now a woman. "I see. Orlando, how did you meet your second wife?" I asked, still looking at the photo of the girl with braids.

“I can assure you, he doesn’t.” “And I’m Mane Cartier, a cousin.” The man sitting on the left hand side of Valentino spoke up as he waved slowly at Saint. “According to my sub gender, I am a beta. I don’t really have fancy work life like people on these table so nothing interesting about me except the fact that I’m handsome.” Cattier ended his statement by winking. Saint giggled after realizing that Yves tensed up at the winking part. “Nice to meet you, Cartier.”

No, no, no.... she didn't think he does. She has been careful all these while.She calmed herself after reassuring herself of the fact that there is no trace of evidence left behind. “ Renata who exactly was that man?” Linda asked as she came into view after the car disappeared. The man in the car was definitely the most eye catching man she had seen in her entire career as a manager. No one had a comparable temperament and attitude in the entire entertainment sector! But this man carried such aura. However, that man was obviously not in the entertainment industry. Even the most famous international stars in their industry did not have that sort of arrogance. Renata who was unhappy with the t

Manik came out from his thoughts by nandu who called him. Nan:hey jiju.. I am Nandini Murthy your Sali (Sister-in-law)..By the way you can call me nandu as you are my sister's husband.. Manik: Manik Malhothra.. Yeah I will call you nandu..With that he shakes his hand with her.. Because of which current passed through his body and checked her from top to bottom while his eyes filled with lust.. which didn't go unnoticed by Aliya and she became very scared for nandu as she know how manik is..