The Mc Novels & Stories

“Gosh, this was a new shirt!” “Don’t you have a washing machine?” I asked between laughs. “Babe, the expensive stuff doesn’t matter. All I want is you,” he said and pouted. I laughed again. I was really having fun with Jarred and the Stone Pack. Yes, you heard me, the Stone Pack. Jarred, Abigail, Charles, Dustin, and Alex made it up. I guess this school runs in packs, not ‘groups’ or ‘cliques’. I asked Jarred why they called themselves ‘a pack’, but he laughed at me like I was crazy.

Her eyes shone brightly and smiled at Theodore. "Thank you, Theodore!" Minutes had passed, a man started walking on the huge stage. He had long hair with a formal black suit. He was holding a microphone and a paper. "Good morning, Everyone! In 1 minute, we are starting the most awaited contest!" He greeted with a big smile. "Just to remind you all, I am Henry Karl, the MC for our most awaited contest! It was such an honor for all of the Clan Masters to invite me to be the MC. Anyway, are you guys excited?"

she grinned before starting the car. "I know I can make a very good photographer," Mehr wiggled her brows, turning on the radio and Kun Anta by Humood alkhudher starts playing and she remembered Mashkur. God! Everything use to make her to remember him recently. She shake her head, today is her best friend's day and she'll not ruin it by thinking about him. So she starts singing with Afnaan. 🎵🎶🎵🎶 La la La nah tajul ma la

Avery -Then One last summer, that’s all I had. One last summer of freedom before I had to go back home. My father had officially called me back into the fold. It didn’t matter to him that I would have to give up school, but then again nothing really mattered to him unless it was related to The Black Aces. The dodgy as hell motorcycle club he was president of. A club he seemed to think I was the property of.

“Hold me tight.” “What?” The elevator starts moving downwards, faster with each second. Maya's fingers claw at my arm as she steadies herself for balance. My arm circles her waist holding her in place. The moment the door opens a wave of heat and sound clashes over us. Slot machines ringing, glasses clinking, conversations overlapping in a chaotic melody of indulgence. “You okay?” I ask, watching Maya's eyes squint from the sudden brightness. She lets out a shaky breath mumbling a small yeah. “It's going to be fine, just don't talk if it's not necessary.”

MAYA “ What the hell is going on here!! “ I couldn't help but exclaim as I walked in on my boyfriend Lucas Sanchester and Chloe Spencer having hot and steamy sex on the bed that I walked my butts off to buy. So all my colleagues at the flower shop told me it was all true!. The whole room reeked of their sweat and the sex they were having.

“That Mac is very important to us. That’s the only way to get rid of him. He keeps his day-to-day information in it. Once I get it I’ll wipe out all of our information.” “What do you mean?” “I want you to steal his Mac and hand it to me.” “You want me to steal his Mac?” “I know you won’t do this. It’s okay. I’ll find another way to get rid of him.” “I’m doing this,” I said without thinking twice. “If this is the only way to save your life. I’m going to do this.” *********

MC's urgent voice could be heard. "This better be good, if not prepare to leave for Africa this afternoon to work on the new golf line found there. And believe me when I say I will make sure you stay there for two years without coming back," Emine threatened, and MC swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing how angry she can be when agitated, especially when her sleep is interrupted. "I promise you won't even get the chance to send me away, as Mirabel has vanished from the hospital," MC said, afraid of being sent away for two years if he doesn't handle this situation well.

That's why I always have my mask on when handling the underworld business. Most men that work for me don't know my identity. Only the ones close to me know who I am. "You have my mark on your wrist" I point at his hand and his face flashes with recognition. There is no way out of the mafia world. That's why when we recruit people and train them, they are given a mark after they are sworn in. In my case, I chose a spear tattoo to represent my family. Everyone working for me has it. "Boss?" He calls in recognition and I scowl at him.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill my lungs. I took the call. "Hello Ann!" I said. "Guess where I am!" She said in her cool tone. Should I act surprised!? "Where!? In the Martin Edward concert. But according to my knowledge, he doesn't have any concerts going on these days!" I said. My best friend is a huge fangirl of Martin Edward, or what she likes to call him, Mouse.