Tante Manis Novels & Stories

Elaine slowly stood from her seat, staggering to keep her balance as she grabbed her purse from the counter. She left some cash on the table and hurried away as if she was trying to avoid seeing someone there. As she headed out, she bumped into a tall man who was standing by the entrance. There was a recognition on the man’s face, however, it seemed like the woman couldn't see him at all. “That’s Tan De Marco. He’s a surgeon. The ex-husband,” Nathaniel informed her. His eyes were fixed on the man by the entrance as well. Minah scoffed. Another good-looking man from the famous De Marco clan. She wondered what caused the two to separate, they looked good together, though.

Turning around, they came face to face with their enemy. Aiden : who are you?? Man : oh my dear friend, you didn't recognize me… Hahaha he chuckled. Aiden : leave calista out of this. That man looked at calista from head to toe and licked his lips Man : how can I leave her when I want her besides me? After killing, you, I will take her with me. Calista starts shaking and trembling in fear. Aiden holds her in his arms tightly. Aiden : what has she ever done to you??

Shanti asked eyeing nandini. " Ma my wife!!" Manik said and shanti give him a big smile and hugged nandini. " Beta you know i was just waiting for him to take this step now i am happy finally he took it and came with an angel like you." Shanti happily hugged her. " Ma ji are you............" Shanti didn't let nandini complete and said,"Beta i was just his nanny not his mother so i think...,........." manik made a angry face listening this and thought that now nandini won't respect her.

"And who are you?" Tanya juts her chin, looks down the length of her narrow nose at the men, and smirks. "My name is Tanya Sweden Jackson, sister to Alicia Sweden Jackson." Shock flickers in the eyes of the men and they all begin to whisper furiously. After some seconds, one of them points at her. "Sweden-Jackson, you say? What was your mother's maiden name?" Tanya cocks her head to the side and raises a brow. "Alicia Mancini."

I asked, looking around for someone I thought Manny might hang out with. My jaw almost dropped when a very alluring woman laid her hand gingerly on his shoulder. She had shiny black hair, flawless pale skin, with large round eyes. She was stunning and mysterious all at the same time. She had on a small dress with thin straps and a little slit over her thigh. She had all the right curves that were just accentuated by the red dress. Holy shi.t, Manny picked up a hot girl! "I'm Tora." She introduced herself, extending her hand out towards me. "I'm Manny's cousin."

"Ah. That woman." "Who is she?" "You don't recognize her?" I frown. "Should I?" Lucinda laughs. Soft. Amused. The sound makes my skin crawl. "Oh, Monic." She shakes her head. "You really don't see it, do you? The dark hair. The blue eyes. The way she holds herself like she's waiting to be hit." I shake my head. "I don't know what you're talking about." "That's Anne." Lucinda leans back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Anne Mancini. The woman who seduced Luca years ago. The woman who stole from him. The woman who faked her death."

He fell on the man and I rolled him off. I could see now that it was a young boy, barely 20. “Thank you.“ He croaked “Here.“ I offered him water. “Thank you.“ He spoke clearly now. “Who are you and why was he choking you?“ “My name is Mane and that is my former Alpha's son, Tom. He's pained his girlfriend has the hots for me.“ Mane had the audacity to wink. I chuckled and pulled him up. I could see why people's girlfriends liked him. He was tall and good-looking.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Jean looked up and saw that it was a guy who somewhat resembled Etan. His facial features were more feminine and more beautiful than that of a woman. His complexion was too pale, almost sickly, and he wore a pair of gold-framed glasses, like a graceful scholar that came straight out of a painting. Jason curled his lips in disdain. That guy was Tyson Mann, Etan’s younger cousin, who was not easy to mess with. Mrs. Mann’s chest felt tight. She has not been treated so disrespectfully like this for a long time, and now suffered a wounded ego. “Now I see this is how the Mitchells teach their young.”