The Mayor 4 Novels & Stories

" Kate looked at me and wondered why I was telling him about her but I knew it was compulsory so everyone would know as the mayor has a big mouth. It was about the rumor which spread like a wildflower. I need to do something about it. The mayor's minion came inside and told him heneeded to leave. The mayorstood and bid goodbye. We all understand that he came just to let us aware that we are already very behindin the investigation. We all knew what he meant, but no one dared to say it. We all had to go back and continue the investigation with a new sense of urgency. As the mayor left, we knew that this was our last chance to find the truth. I asked Beta May when he came after showing the door

"Help! What do you think you're doing?! Do you even know who my boss is?! I'm warning you, he's the mayor of Jormund! The mayor!" Hal was still howling in pain as she stayed on his rear, his jaw dislocated. His assistant was dazed and clutching his head, but he still shielded Hal with his life. "Mayor? Hah!" Adam's eyes were red, clenching his molars as his face contorted savagely. His fingers clenching on the ashtray, he bellowed, "Fuck you! Does the mayor get to do anything he wants?!"

"But that's a no-thank-you on costumes." Riley nodded. Tristan rolled his eyes. Brady waited for the Mayor to pout. She tended to steamroll people into submission with guilt trips and diversionary tactics, but she usually hit a wall where Tristan was concerned. This seemed like a happy medium. The phone rang and Tristan snatched it up without shifting his eyes from Mayor Bridgeport. "Yes." He frowned, then his face drained of color. "Are you sure? Yes, thank you." Gaze on the desk, he rose. "I think we're done here."

“Why did you have to spoil the mood, Mr. Pili?” Mr. Pili scratched the back of his neck. “M-Mayor, I…” “No worries.” The mayor’s smile stretched into a chilling grin. “I’ll speak for you, then.” She turned him to face the crowd and leaned closer to the mic. “Since our dear Mr. Pili here has been struck speechless,” she chuckled, “perhaps it’s only fitting that he becomes our first sacrifice.”

” But I will keep that option as a last resort,” " I understand, Ms. Holston.” Mayor Pollack responded. " What, what option?” Madison asks nervously. " We’re going home,” April G said as she pulled Madison out of his seat.” " Take care you two,” Said Mayor Pollack as he closed the door behind them. Mayor Pollack locked the door and pressed his back on its surface with an unhinged weight of fear in his chest. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a blue shinning stone.

The mayor's heavily accented voice and leering made the back of my arms tingle and not in a good way. “This is my wife,” Roman introduced me, lying like the true devil he was. I remained still, praying to God that my expression was blank. Except for the delightful, fake smile. “Ana, this is Miami’s mayor, Mr. Rice.” I tilted my head in acknowledgement. “Get out of here.” The mayor patted Roman on the shoulder, the move was kind of funny since Roman was a whole head taller than him. “Congratulations. Welcome to wedded bliss.” “Or not,” Mayor Rice added, his stare cold and unflinching.

undeniable. I caught a glimpse of my cousin Carmen as she made her way through the room. Sharp as ever, confidently moving from one conversation to the next. And like clockwork, there it was again, the mayor’s eyes. Tracking her. Fixated. It didn’t matter that he’d joked about how young she looked, he liked it. The intrigue in his gaze wasn’t professional. It was something else. And he didn’t stop there.

But just at that moment, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and was surprised to see the mayor. She smiled and wanted to greet him, but then she realized that everything about her screamed Adele, and the mayor was here to kill Adele. She turned and tried to run away, but the mayor quickly caught her. "I've finally gotten you," he said. She struggled, "No, let me go! I am not...." She realized that she couldn't say that she wasn't Adele because if she did, she had to explain who she was, and that would prove to the mayor that she was guilty.

Brady had just finished taking a few notes on his smartphone when he heard a familiar voice. “Well, if it isn’t the new city planner!” Turning around, Brady saw Mayor Joe Jenkins headed his way, a smile on his face barely visible between the large gray scarf wound around his neck and the matching wool cap pulled down to the top of his dark framed glasses. It wasn’t quite cold enough out here for all that, in Brady’s opinion, but the mayor was a small-framed man, at least ten years older than Brady, so probably in his late thirties, maybe early forties, and it was possible he chilled easily.

He’s a heap of shit worse, and I’ve been a complicit, stupid coward, jumping along to his tune like a soulless wind up toy. “Now what about the priest here?” Bertinelli points to Father Evans. “Has he been betraying his sacred duty, using those confessions of yours for blackmail, Charlie?” He squeezes the mayor’s shoulder. “Confess to me. It’ll be good for you.” Our esteemed mayor appears frozen with shock and indecision, unable to answer, and another car is pulling up into our green-space before he gets a chance to calm his stuttering. The boss looks to the arrival with the muttered complaint, “About damn time.” He gives the man behind the wheel of the Chrysler a wave, but I can’t see who i