Zanuff The Butcher Novels & Stories

That wasn’t so easily controlled. --- Downstairs, I was starving. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into a sharply dressed man in a gray suit, pushing a dinner cart like he owned the building. Slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses—he looked more like a CEO than someone delivering soup. “Good evening, Luna. I’m Zack.” “Wait… Deliveryman Zack?” He didn’t flinch. “I’m the Beta of Golden Claw Pack. Delivering meals is just… one of my many duties.”

All Hunza was seeing him and Emaad was seeing her, they had stone expressions as if anytime they would end up killing each other. Roman was staring at his phone expressionlessly when he felt something odd was going on beside him. He looked at his left. “Well, whatever,” said Hania to Haeem, but then her gaze went on her friend as well, who looked like a killer machine. “Guys, whoa, whoa, it looks like you two are going to eat each other,” said Zain. “I don’t eat pork,” said Hunza, annoyed. “I don’t eat fat,” he said, angrily.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I shook my head vigorously. “Do you know what we do to people who insult the boss?” Boss number two questioned, his eyes darkening in a frightening way. “But I didn't! I really didn't!” I cried out. “One time, as the butcher, I turned this man's body into barbecue. Burned at the stake. Our dogs, hellhounds if you might call them, really enjoyed munching on the bastard's charred flesh,” Mr Wolf added. I looked at the devil for help, but he only shrugged in my face.

"No, its not. That was Anak-har. The Zannicus I know is the kind one. The one who helps and cares for the people he loves. The one who loves to cook, do pranks with his friends, play with the pups and defend his pack. The one who would kill if anyone ever dared to steal his chocolate. Or burn his precious bacon." 𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿.

His name is Zeke Santos and the sniper of the team. "What happened?" a handsome man asked. He's Evan Potter and the Team Captain. He is respected by his men deeply. He looked outside again by using the telescope. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?! IS SHE COURTING DEATH?!" another man loudly said as he felt scared for the high school girl. His name is Garry Vallens and the bomb expert of the team. "SHIT! THAT ZOMBIE IGNORE HER?!" another man cursed. His name is Tyler Swift and the strategist of the team.

He could not help but feel frustrated, jealous and angry. “Who said anything about flavours?” Zuhan poured her some juice and wine for himself. For some reason he didn’t want her to get wasted in the situation. His intense stare didn’t leave her face as Zuhan placed his hand over hers. Leaning in towards her ear, he whispered. “Bones are supposed to be licked. Not tasted, you know that right?” Lana couldn’t believe he was the same innocent guy she met the first day.

On the other hand, i never had the chance to test my alcohol limit but i bet I won't be as strong as any of them, judging by my weak ability to even heal myself from a paper-cut. Naya sat me on the couch. I finally scan the room and there were 4 people that I assume are all Quill’s warriors. “Were you shocked earlier, Luna?” A guy with such a young age asked. I wonder how old he is. He looks too young to become a Quill’s warrior. “Uhm,” damn my social anxiety. “Well..” “Introduce yourself first Ben. Where the hell is your manner?” Naya jokingly scolded. “Yep, this is Ben, he is my brother.”

Zane’s POV Laughter echoed around me as I saw everyone chilling and having the time of their lives. I was sitting at the bar, at one of my father’s whorehouses. We had many of them, but my favorite was this one – Velvet Fist. The neon sign reading “Cum In” was displayed brightly right in front of me and I scoffed as I watched it vengefully. I motioned the waitress to serve me another drink, and she leaned all the way on the table to serve it as her puckered nipples stood out from the little nothing’s she was wearing.

he set on laughing again, louder this time around. "I don't understand you at all and don't wish to. You've really got 'em skills as a gold digger, now tell me, what more of your skills is there for me to know? Are you a mendicant? A Clown? A mobster? Or perhaps a bitc-" Smack!! A right turn of his neck and head and a burning cheek resulted as Zaphrina stared at him with heavy breaths. "Call me whatever Marley but NEVER EVER a Bitch!"