The Mayor 4 Novels & Stories

"But if I find out you've been working with the wolves on the side, I'll make sure your hide is placed on my wall with all the other beasts." "Understood, Sir," I can hear the salute in Doc's voice along with the sound of his boots clicking together. Saying his farewells, the mayor marches back towards the van to take it back to base to be detailed. "Might have to burn it," he retches as he slams the door closed. "Fuck me, that's rank." Mayor Paige swears, saying something under his breath about burning the van instead. Just as the driver's side door opens, the Mayor receives a call.

Thankfully, Marybeth was saved the trouble of answering his question when the mayor entered the chamber and took his place behind the podium. Marybeth sat up straight and forced herself to pay attention to the man who held the city's keys as he opened his address, a nearly impossible feat since he had the charisma of lawn clippings. Ten minutes into the speech, she was starting to believe watching paint dry would have been a far better use of her time than sitting here and listening to the mayor ramble on about his big plans for the Bay. When she looked around and caught Liliana on her phone and Zukiswa out like a light on Angelo's shoulder, she didn't feel so bad for seriously considering b

No one knew the truth except them and their witch, Sinai. “Stop screeching like a banshee!” Mayor Hanks spluttered with a husky voice, hitting the woman on the face as he took from her, quenching his unrestrained hunger for a dripping cunt. She tried her might to conceal her moans by cupping a hand over her mouth, but the haze of the pleasure-pain strokes the mayor delivered to her womanhood toggled out her ability to silence her moans. In the middle of the sloppy thrusts, a knock came on the door and Zeus’s voice slipped through, hanging heavy in the air.

The theatrics had gone far enough. “I have a board meeting,” he said. “Mayor.” He extended his hand. “I’ll get back to you.” Mayor Evan clasped his hand tightly. “Don’t forget. And don’t take too long.” “Ben! Ben!” he suddenly called. One of his bodyguards appeared and brought a briefcase. The mayor opened it. Inside were rows and bundles of dollar notes… and neatly packed lines of cocaine. Nat stared. For a second he almost asked the obvious question. What was a mayor doing with cocaine?

I kiss them goodbye, for now, promising to them and to myself that I won't be gone long. Heather and Vincent show up by the door to give me a send-off, but I only tell them what I've been telling myself. "Don't worry. I won't be gone for long." *** "You mean to say that a mere mayor managed to snag himself a house in Malibu?" Frank asks from the driver's seat as we stop in front of the great big gates of Mayor Fox's home. "And he's trying to convince people that he didn't engage in any corruption whatsoever?"

“Of what? Of the fact that my fiancé couldn’t even wait until tomorrow to betray me? ” Daniel stepped toward me, reaching for my arm. “Enough,” he hissed, voice dropping into something dangerous. “You’re humiliating me.” I pulled my arm away like his touch burned. “You humiliated yourself.” The mayor finally moved. Not toward me—between us. He lifted one hand slightly, calm but commanding. The simple motion quieted the crowd more effectively than shouting ever could. “Daniel,” he said evenly. “Step back.” Daniel blinked, stunned. “Mayor, this is none of your—”

He does own the place, he’s every bit the mayor he was elected to be. “I’m happy to see you, we should have dinner. You and I really do need to talk business.” The mayor says smiling at Simon. Simon takes back his hand and takes mine; he even takes a step back from the mayor. I look at the both of them confused. What’s going on with these two/ is the mayor trying to recruit Simon into something illegal? Why is he so standoffish?

The Mayor of New York. “Umm, it's past April's fool you know?” Suzanne was bewildered. The Mayor had a clean record of being a no-nonsense, down to earth man whose love for his town and family knew no bounds. A son born out of wedlock was not something Suzanne would identify him with. Yvonne Long’s shimmering face looked annoyed. She crossed her ghostly arms. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Logan plunged out of the couch as if coming up for air after spending an eternity underwater. His heavy breaths filled the room as he rose to his feet and picked up the remote and phone at MJ’s feet. “MJ, what is wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He said in his husky, morning voice. MJ swallowed, her eyes unmoving from the television screen. “The mayor is dead,” she said in a robotic voice. “What?” She gestured at the TV screen, and Logan followed her eyes, the devices in his hand falling back to the ground.

She had only awoken in the afternoon and felt well. It appears that her fever was lying earlier. She dashed down the stairs, only to see her father laughing while watching an action movie. It even asked whether she was okay, to which she replied with a smile. She was relieved that nothing terrible had happened here and that the Mayor and his people had lost them. "Have you heard the news?" "Which is it?" "Oh, our mayor is a leader in this barrio's illegal activity. I heard a gunshot last night. The Mayor will be imprisoned for his evil deeds, according to the news."