Novel & Cerita Temptress Hair Mafia

Diri said, scratching his head, "I appreciate the kind gesture. But…" "We won't take NO for an answer," Kevin cut in sharply. "You know I'm not the party or club type," Diri stated. "You are from today," said Jeffery, throwing shopping bags filled with wears at him. "Drexy's club is not a club for common gees. It's a club for dons, lords, and celebs," said Kevin. "The place is filled with assorted bitches. Slim, thick, busty, Randy ass chics, whichever spec. All you have to do is to make your preference," Jeffery said,

"You know I always get what I want, besides it's expensive. it possibly can't be a fake." "Oh really?" Said, Angel. "Well, yeah." The party started and the celebrant came out. Maria's eyes widened in surprise. So did her friends. She was wearing the same dress as the celebrant which made her look awkward. Everyone noticed and Maria was being pointed out by them. She begins to feel uncomfortable with the situation. She didn't want them to think she was a copycat. She knew no one dares go against her because of her father, but her status as an illegitimate child before her parent's marriage might give them the guts to do so. Maria's face flushed in embarrassment. soon, they seemed to ignore th

I was simply a man in love, who was going to unite his life with that of the woman he loves. Malick, faithful as always, was there, first sitting on the edge of the chair, then standing next to me. He had taken a brush and his nimble fingers were attacking my hair as if it were an art. I frowned and let out a laughing remark: — Since when does a mafia boss know how to do hair so well, tell me? He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw as if holding back an insult. — Shut up, Elias, otherwise I will give you a crooked cut and you will no longer look beautiful in front of your Alaya.

She was a fallen Mafia princess, more like kicked from her throne brutally for not falling in line to her Mafia Boss Daddy’s orders. It was awkward to say the least when Katia showed up to a private party a few years back, and during her aerialist routine, she looked down to see her brother fucking a Goddess on the bed below. Talk about quite the family reunion. And creepy as fuck because the Goddess Claudius was fucking had an uncanny resemblance to herself. Hey at least they were on speaking terms again and Katia recommended good fucks to her brother. He only fucked limber blondes, so Amber had worn a wig when she fucked the golden-haired pretty boy last year. “Hope that rope don’t get los

The cut hair scattered on the floor, looking messy like the hair of the other Omegas. “NO!!!! No!!! Stop!!!” I cried out desperately, my voice echoing in profound distress. The act wasn't just a physical violation; it was a significant humiliation and a degrading demotion in the eyes of our society. The hair I had once been proud of was forcefully taken away, along with the honor linked to being the daughter of an Alpha and my honor as an unmarried she-wolf. The beauty I thought I had woven into the strands of my hair, was cruelly banished.

He wasn't the man who had kissed her that night, he was the head of the Mafia speaking. “Did you always want to grow your hair?” She spoke out of nowhere. Hugo looked at her for a moment before he chuckled. “Why you don't like it?” He asked playfully, putting his hands on her thighs. “No. … It's actually the opposite. You look handsome when you twist and pull your hair in the messy bun”. She said, fidgeting with her fingers. “Like this?” She gaped when she saw him pulling the hair tie, expertly combed his hair with fingers and twisted them in a single movement into a messy bun, all under five seconds.

I was forced to enter in this club, to please men, who thought this would become my life? “You’re here?” The manager enquired. “No, just my soul checked in.” My snicker faded into discomfiture when he didn’t laugh and I stood still. “Listen, if we get him hooked up, consider yourself rich. He’s the wealthiest mafia we’ve ever had. Just make sure to spill your poison on him, show him why you’re in demand…” He hyped me up uselessly and I sat down for the girls to do my makeup. “Is this, what I’m supposed to wear?” I looked at Jess, my stylist, nodding at me. A black thong and see-through bralette?

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

I begged, tears blurring my vision, but she just shook her head slowly. “Yes…that’s where the charm is, right?” she sneered. I shook my head frantically, but before I could say more, she started hacking at my hair with the scissors. I cried out, powerless to fight back, the whiskey still made my head spin, my body too weak. “Wow, she looks so beautiful now,” one of the girls mocked, snickering. “Bring me the dye!” Morgan barked. Someone rushed forward with a box of hair dye. My vision was swimming from the alcohol, but I could still see Morgan’s cruel smile.