Tony Montana Novels & Stories

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.

with here vampire night vision she could see clearly but her vision colour wasn't normal it was red . she stood up and wipe her cloths and just then she heard multiple growls around her and she frown and took her time to scan her environment.her eyes landed on a giant 10 foot tall werewolf standing close to a tree and it's blue eyes glowed brightly in the dark .more blue eyes surfaced around around her and she gulped down "gush full moon ,am dead for sure .okay guys let's take a deep breath.my name is Tonia " she lied while smiling sheepishly but the wolves growled impatiently .

He thought as he laughed out loud. Carlos Mon’tblank was a kind of walking armor. Before the world he always presented himself as an intolerant and cynical being, sometimes insensitive and very embittered, distrustful, and demanding always. His life had not been easy, since he was a child he had to fight with claws and teeth to get ahead, as he grew up, he managed to take his career and business to the top of success. The Mon’tblank Bar was his reason for pride … ‘The girl of his eyes’, the place where he obtained the fortune, hadn’t achieved in his personal life, that’s why he was so demanding with everyone.

"Your words have the scent of kindness. I appreciate the sentiment." As the immediate tension thawed, Avery’s mind began to race. She had memorized the lineage of the Silver Ridge for the Mate-Contract, yet this male was a ghost. His unscarred side bore a haunting resemblance to the Montgomery High Blood, but he was a stranger to every record. Sensing her confusion, Stan stepped into the gray light. "I am Stan Montgomery. I carry the same blood that rules these peaks. It is only right that you do not know me; I was cast into the Shadow-Wastes before I could even shift."

I followed a drunk Tony into some dive bar. He was bragging to some scarred-up dope dealer. I fought off the biting cold, hiding behind a moldy ventilation pipe, eavesdropping. “…that stupid broad Natalia? Ha!” Tony took a swig of some cheap whiskey, his face flushed a sickening red. “That fifty grand back then was easy money. I just told that Colombian cartel her escape route, and I got a big score!” “Her brat still doesn’t know, huh? Still out there working her ass off for me with a big smile.”

I dusted my denim jeans as I hurriedly crossed the street and hid in the dark. Tony Montana would be home soon. For months, he had carefully evaded me and the traps I had set up for him. He had pleaded for more time to pay his debt or return the products. His excuse was the market was filled with strong competitors selling the same products for half the actual price making it difficult to make sales as fast as we wanted. But I never believed him, his excuse didn't quite match up. Tony Montana was a chronic gambler. It was a strong circumstantial fact which meant that he had either gambled away the products during one of his dail

Holy love triangles, Batman! Since he had their attention, Mont pressed. “As much as this needs to be sorted out, and I want it sorted out as much as anybody, now is not the time. We have to get–” As if to emphasize his point, a bone-chilling roar came from outside. “WAAAAAAHHHH-AAAAAAHR!” Mont’s face suddenly looked ashen. “That’s the Kandahar giant. That would be my personal dirt. It sounds like it’s several miles away. It’s got to be looking for me if the Dirt works the way I think it does.”

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

They were rich, attractive, and had power. As much as he loved women, he chose to isolate himself from all the females trying to fuck him. He had gotten into a huge fight with his father shortly after they arrived at Shadow Academy. His father wasn’t pleased that he fucked around with various women instead of searching for his potential future Luna. Tony was next in line to become Alpha, but he wasn’t found of making commitments in relationships. In fact, he wasn’t interested in being in a serious relationship with anyone. He found an isolated area under a tree in a shaded area, leaning against the tree. Honestly, he didn’t want to be bothered by anyone. Today was one of those days that he w

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r