The Mc Novels & Stories

Andreios whispered sweetly once he was standing close to the man. "Y-Yes." Damon's voice cracked as he felt sweaty all of a sudden. The heat coming off of the other man rushed back into his own body. He felt hot. "And that would be our Master's?" Andreios pointed towards a gold door right next to theirs. "Y-"

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

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

"So yeah, it's not too bad." As the guys continued to chat away, I headed over to see Maddi, who was sitting in Jake's private track-side garage. Like me, she wasn't all that crazy about motorsports, but would show up anyway to support her partner. "Oh thank god you're here," she got up to hug me. "All this car-talk is making me crazy." "Well I can assure you that you won't be getting any of that with me," I laughed. "I wouldn't know where to start."

Roy was quiet all through the meeting because he wasn’t paying any form of attention to whatever it was they were saying but luckily his beta was listening and giving his own opinion and suggestions when necessary. For all he cares they were talking rubbish, no one had the right to tell him how to run his pack. They were all lucky they hadn’t talked out of line because if any did, even if it was by mistake, he wouldn’t hesitate in using that person as a perfect example for the rest. He knew they were all acting like assholes because he was mateless. They were all after his position as alpha but they would only have a taste of it in their dreams.

“He came to give me some aspirin. I ….” Mel’s eyes flashed. For the first time since she had been here, I saw real anger in her eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart. He’s a man with needs but I have seen the way he looks at you. Chelsea, you must know that nothing can ever happen between you two. Wicked is set up to take over the club and….”

Afterwards, when we lay tangled on the couch and the thunder rolled itself to sleep, Marcus curled around me and whispered, “When things get ugly, remember this: we chose each other in the light and the rain. We’ll keep choosing.” I nodded, because the quiet certainties in his voice were stronger than any paper I’d signed or any ledger I’d seen. He kissed the top of my head and then, in a small, perfectly perfect twist, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a tiny, hand-carved block with two letters on it. He handed it to me. On the face were the initials M & C. “We’ll teach the little one how to stack these,” he said, playful and solemn all at once.

Eli said. "I agree, no more shop talk at the dinner table. Let us enjoy our meal," Luna Marigold said. "So what are the plans for Zach and the boys? Have any of you met your mates yet?" Riley asked. Zachary answered, giving Riley a cheeky smile,"No mates for us yet. Until anyone is marked, we're still on the market for the perfect Lunas. Our sister here still hasn't met her mate either. She may be forced to pick a chosen as she is reaching Eli's age. I just turned 21, and the twins are still 19. I have some training left to do before I take over," he finished with a wink.

For us, it’s the centre of business. “Ragnarök!” I shouted as I walked through the door, calling all patched members to meet. Compared to most stereotypical MCs, we were small, with only six fully patched members (including me!). We had quite a lot of newbies, but they were a long way off from being patched. But also compared to most stereotypical clubs, we had better profits, success rates, fewer calamities, and, a true bragging point, none of our members were behind bars.

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.