Toru Mha Novels & Stories

I have never been a tea fan, coffee yes, tea no. I stand and watch the yakuza train. It is like a dance, a dance of death and destruction. “Wanting to get down there and train with them?” I smile as I turn and face Boss Tadashi Hamada. I bow respectfully at him and he smiles warmly. “If I were in proper clothing, then yes, I would.” I say, and he smiles and nods his head.

But everything has been so chaotic lately. Cora's silence conveyed her scepticism, but she allowed me to continue. "And about the man who brought us to Auntie's house," I confessed, hesitating over my words. "He's... he's a werewolf, and he's the one I'm dating. Though dating might not be the right word.” There was a pause on the line before Cora's voice sliced through the air with razor-sharp clarity. "What do you mean, 'seeing might not be the right word'? And what does that mean?”

He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later. “Another subject you say?” Again, Bozo’s question drove a cold chill down Chimba’s features, and fright held him. But the man did not back down. He was curious, a curiosity that might send him to an early grave. “Hawk is not just a subject, dear Chimba,” Bozo breathed in, still trying to contain his anger. “His name is Maduka. Son of Obi, of the tribe of Obigwe, from the clan of Obigwenigwe and the true heir to the iron throne.”

just MAHIRA. Tazz couldn’t sleep entire night, he reached office early the next day , even before the cleaners reported, he was restless, he dialled a number “did you get the info I asked for, send it to me right now,” he literally growled , he received a mail notification immediately and took a printout. He slapped the page on desk almost immediately as it was half empty with not much info except... Name: Mahira Saha Address: Satellite tower, South beach complex Status: Married

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

"I do not know who you are and do not think that should be your business" She wriggled her hand from his and tried walking away. "Oh... You must think I am a guard or less", he laughed with humour, making Masha turn back to him. "Well, Lady Masha, let me do a proper introduction. I am Torak - a cousin to your beloved husband". Masha's brows quirked.

hearing her the man replied angrily again shutting her mouth. (Translation: The way you are working I can see the wall getting down soon. They will get to know we are only being threats in disguise of Russian mafia and we aren't actually no where near it. Mikhail will kill us this time.) Zia's brows creased because she thought it will be easy for her to seduce Nicholas and make him fall in love with her and after trapping him they were planning of his doom but their plan backfired on them. Mikhail Igor Gorbachev the actual Mafia boss of Russia got to know about their plan and they know soon he will expose them which they can't let him do.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

but I can't even tell because there's no uncovered window. Everything is modern and each area we pass by is bigger than the last. But it's still slightly dim and dark... the vibes while walking down the halls are giving me chills... The number of doors we passed by is too many. It's pretty much empty here, rarely any furniture. We step into an elevator and that's when I notice this was only the basement. Basement or torture chamber? I gulp. Oh, but when I finally see Frank in the elevator in full light, I almost gasp. He looks like a European Hrithik Roshan, what the—

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.