The Mookse And The Gripes Novels & Stories

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

Moover City, Country Z Moover City is one of the biggest Cities in Country Z, wherein it was the busiest city in the country. It has malls, supermarkets, churches, hospitals, hotels, resorts, and many more. This country is ruled by a President and a democratic country, but aside from the President, they say that there is much more powerful than him and it was none other than Mr. Mariano Accetturo. Known for being a magnate and a mafia lord in country Z. His word is a law in the place where he resides. Many politicians need to win his approval for them to win, he remains low-key even tho he is at the peak of his time. Coming from a very powerful clan they also experience a crisis in their fam

Mo called from the other side of the bar “No one wants to come near you. Even the boys who like it rougher. “ “I’ll pay you double. “ Mike offered. “No. Thanks.“ Mo smiled. “Too bad. You look like someone who used to be handsome. “ “You know what, if you’re not going to blow me, fuck off. “ Mike yelled and a few of the customers glanced at them, but no one said anything. “So mean. “ Mo said, “ you know what they also say?” “No. And I don’t care. “ “They say you can't get it up. “

Domineering jerk. "One, I have given enough funds to this university so in return I think I do deserve some respect from him. Two, No one is so stupid to question a mafia boss or someone who belongs to him." His eyes darkened once again and his voice was on the hard edge. Before she could answer him he suddenly gripped her jaw tightly as his dark Steele like eyes blazed with anger. "Last! You will need to choose your words carefully if you want your jaw intact Tulip." He whispered menacingly.

If it was somebody else they wouldn't have found anything amusing about these dangerous varmints. He didn't find them too amusing for long, for one of the snakes launched itself towards him its fangs exposed ready to take a bite. He was quick enough to dodge its attack and grabbed its tail before throwing it away as if he a was hurling a harmless stick. Thereby scaring some squirrels nearby who scattered about leaving the odd man alone. Feeling quite dejected he picked up his pace and returned home just in time when Cheng Min was starting to prepare their meal. She was busy on the stove, and did not notice his return.

My hands shot up over my ears. "You're so fucking disturbed it's not even funny." "Women would kill for what you have. Chris fuckin' Reed at your disposal and all those endless fucking session we could have." He snickered, stretching his hands above his head to show off the rest of his body. I could not help my eyes from roaming over his muscles and slowly eyeing the waistband of his sweats.

Mj taunted as she twisted to dig into her bag and suddenly the SUV jerked around a corner, sending Moxie tallying toward her. Mj’s body half turned, and she placed her palms flat on his chest as Moxie caught himself from crushing her frame by bracing his arms against the back of one seat and another on the side of the truck. “Why the fuck didn’t Ed drive,” Moxie bit out as Mj tried to scoot away. Moxie leaned down into her ear. “Don't assume I wouldn’t mount you as fast as I do Jay, cher…. I am a wolf after all, and believe me little Omega, sometimes you smell delicious.” Moxie leaned down like he was going to take a bite out of Mj’s neck, and she thrust her knee directly upward into the sid

Suddenly, Bella and Floryin looked at each other after hearing Beatrix's question, as if they were asking each other through that gaze. "Eumh, actually we were chased by the bad guys earlier. We were fleeing across the lake in a canoe, then they attacked us and caused this wound." Floryin said with a bit of a lie. Of course there was no way she was going to say they had fought with the mafia and then got shot, Beatrix would faint from hearing that. "Really?" Beatrix looked into Floryin's eyes with an intimidating gaze, as if she was waiting for what she said to be true or not.

“Just efficient.” Moses let out a long, exaggerated stretch beside them, arms arching overhead until his spine popped. “Violence makes me sleepy.” Mika tilted her head, amused. “Everything makes you sleepy.” Moses shrugged without opening his eyes. “Because everything’s boring.” Down the row, Fiero stood without a word, quietly tossing an empty snack wrapper into Mika’s lap and walked off with both hands in his pockets—like none of this had ever involved him. “Charming,” Mika muttered, brushing crumbs off her skirt.

"Cazzo." Shards of glass went flying in all directions. The men standing around didn’t dare to breathe. The figure was pacing in anger, his hands pulled back against his obsidian-black hair. “Brother, they fucking crossed the line,” the figure—Marcello Rossini—growled. The Creek had been managed by the Rossinis, starting with Antonio before being handed down to Roberto, who was seated behind the wooden oak table in the office—an opposite of Marcello’s outburst.