Underdog Fantasy Headquarters Novels & Stories

I want them to pay for what they've done! … It was 10:00 pm. Rocco sat in a chair, staring at his phone. Even till now, he hadn't received any news about the fake wedding ceremony he'd organized to "teach me a lesson". He recalled the way I looked at him the last time he saw me. The contempt and hostility in my eyes made it seem like I'd seen right through him. For a moment, he was gripped with panic. Rocco was the most powerful mafia don in Langshore. No one had ever made him feel this way before.

That night was going to be something, and all she could get apart from the fun was going to be just numbers added to her account. But, was it really going to be as incredible as the man imagined she’d be closed doors? Maybe, the past he left behind was about to come back as his present and in a funnier way.

“They can’t un-dump it. The truth is viral now. She can kill us, but she can’t kill the story.” A distant siren wailed different direction. Julian scanned the dark. “We need to move. Underground. The tunnels. Old freight lines. There’s an abandoned spur near here Mara mentioned it once. Leads to the south side. We can hole up, wait for the first wave of arrests.” I looked at him snow melting in his hair, jaw set, still burning with that fierce, unbreakable light. “You think Voss will flip?” I asked. “She’s already flipping. The board’s in panic. International regulators are circling. Mom’s empire was built on silence. Silence is gone.”

“Maya understands the both of you better than you both do. I’ve always taken an interest in that boy. But he wasn’t a good match for Dante alone. He knows and understands his place. Maya is the buffer in your relationship. If he wasn’t there, and my airhead of a son really wanted to chase you… let’s just say that’s not something you want to experience. “Taiga, you might be at the top of the food chain, even higher than my son, but an Enigma is a lost cause.” Taiga’s face twisted in confusion. Phoebe sighed, shaking her head. “Let me explain better.” She gestured toward a bench nearby. Reluctantly, Taiga followed, and the two of them sat. “The system is weird,” Phoebe began. “An Omega sits at

I had to assist him as always. 'Once he has a mate and a heir, he won't be pressured you for any of that, but you need to go back to the bar, she will be there, I'm sure.' Fang tried to reassure me like I hadn't been there about five times and never met her. It was hard to trace her in the human world. I guess she was just a perfect f*ck that was hard to forget. 'Why would you say that?' he sounded sad. "Well, just a feeling, buddy." But he went quiet and didn't respond to me.

I huddled on the floor, my hands wrapped protectively around my head, hoping that I could also shield my heart from the ugly truth threatening to pierce my shield of denial. “Athena? Athena? Can you hear me kiddo?” Uncle Steven’s voice sounded strange and muffled in my ear, like he was underwater. I felt a hand rest gently on my back, moving in circular motions as if to soothe me. “Athena, please get up. I know this is a shock, but you have to stand up, please. You’re scaring me.” I lifted my head off the ground slowly, my vision still blurry and unfocused. I turned to face Uncle Steven, seeing tears welling in the corner of his eyes.

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

"Ms. Falcone, we've got a problem! Several of our rivals have put bounties on Mr. Bianchi's head. What do we do? "You need to take Mr. Bianchi and hide abroad right now! Someone leaked that he's at the villa, and they're already heading your way!" Daniela cut her eyes over to me. "I know exactly who leaked it." She pulled out her phone and started a livestream. For the first time in her life, the notorious underworld queen put her face on camera—but only for a split second before she flipped the lens to point it directly at me. "I'm Daniela Falcone," she announced coldly to the screen. "As of today, I am washing my hands of the underworld. I'm completely stepping down.

I flushed, recalling the evening. Mack had brought me to his fantasy night, and I was terrified of what I would be walking into. You can imagine my surprise when I the condo was filled with dudes drinking beer and holding magazines with players’ names and pads of paper. I’d never heard of fantasy baseball until that night. I’d seen a completely different side to Mack Craft. He was sweet and gentle, not the typical crass and harsh Mack Craft I’d dealt with at the office every day.