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Thomas Alexander Withson is the second oldest son to the deceased Johnathan A. Withson. His uncle sent him an invitation to a formal event in Paris. Tommy read the letter as carefully as a scientist would observe his report. Then, he contacted an old friend and set foot into travelling. EXTRACT : I shook my head and thought this was a waste of bloody time. I could have spent my life somewhere in a place that would offer great experience. But instead of that imagination, I got a bump on the shoulder from a female person walking by. "I apologize," the woman said. Her voice was soft and it gave an air of elegance. I looked at her face and settled on her eyes. "Everything's okay, no worries," I said, attempting to be polite. She was accompanied by a man in a brown suit, who I assumed to be her friend. He did not look like a husband or boyfriend. Neither did he look fit for the position. "I apologize," the woman said again, this time she sounded concerned and worried. "Everything's okay," I replied. Her eyes were covered by a dark velvet-purplish masquerade mask that matched the color of her gown all together. Her dress was the color of black and purple. I took a quick glance and that was all I got. I did not want to pay attention to an outfit, but rather to the person herself. She gulped hesitatingly before her lips formed a welcoming and gentle smile. She tilted her head slightly to the side. "You don't look familiar," she said. I glanced across at the man who remained unmoving from his position like a Secret Service detail. He was bulk enough to be considered a tough guy. He looked to be in his early thirties. There was a mustache above his thin lips and it was shaped like a boat upside down. I averted my attention back to the woman and took a small step forward. "Hey," the man said. "Back away, pal. Don't be too close." The crowds were still active in the background. I moved slightly further and kept a neutral expression.Terminé
The Mafia's Doctor
[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."Terminé
NO WAY OUT (KIMCAY)
(THE STORY CONTAIN PHYSICAL ASSAULT, RAPE , ABUSE, MENTAL DEPRESSION ETC. IF ANYONE IS NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE KIND OF THING PLEASE IGNORE IT ) "Long time chay." The boy smirked "It'll be a fun ride , baby. I know you'll love the surprised I've prepared for you." Porchay was stunned to see the boy Infront of him. No words came out from his mouth. The only this he could do was accepting what was going to happen. He knew he'll go through the hell but he also knew there is no way out there to escape. (First time writing a story , hope you'll support. If there is any mistake please call that out. Hope you guys will enjoy)Terminé
Chocolate & The Sinner
Rose is a slim-thick beauty with a feisty attitude; she's independent and a loner to say the least. On a night out, she meets Luka Pierre, an intimidating, stern man who tests her character and limits. He wasn't her normal type, yet she found herself smitten by the man before her. Chocolate & The Sinner.
True As Cheese
My heart beat hard as his intense eyes pierced my soul, knowing my secret. I keep my head up, staring the detective down. He leans back, the nurse talking with the final victim. The detective's eyes examine my face, a small smirk on his lips appears when he finally puts the pieces together. He knows I'm the mafia. *** An anti-heroine with PMS and a bad case of munchies has to maneuver and adapt in a world violent old ladies and males with no common sense, too much money, practical jokes, and too much time on their hands in order to survive old lady attacks, a brooding hot head, and the best friend who might accidentally get her killed before she can get back to her normal calm life.Terminé
A Couple Of Wise Guys (editing)
"I hope you don't mind if I ask mrs Lorenzo, but....how did a nice girl like you, get in that kind of situation?" She sighs, shaking her head. "It's a long story...." she tries to brush it off but I push. "And...." And his names Tony, Tony Marcell. He's the boss after his father vhinny passed away, his pops got shot when Tony was only 18. 35 and he's still running the game. But everything changes when he gets tangled with the beautiful fragile Valerie Lorenzo. That girl was something else. But of course it's not all easy lovin' and making whoopy. Theres darkness behind his madness, And pain behind her beauty. Yep everyone's gotta story. It just so happens that theirs tends to be a little more fucked up. ~~~~~~~ Completed Currently undergoing editing. WARNING!!!! harsh language. Read at own discretion. Thank you.Terminé
Love's dark chains
A 24 year old girl got kidnapped while walking through an ally on her way home when the mafia's bosses men take her to his mansion This is my first time writing a story I hope you enjoyTerminé
Dangerously Missing You
-Angelique Wilson- or more known as 'Angie' came from the far away countryside to the city to become a singer, a performer, a star. She works hard to hike up her name to reach the sky and be with the shining stars she had always dreamed of. However, in her tough journey to unfold her identity to become a star, she stumbled into a sketchy Mafia business flipping her life upside down. ... "You can't come in here. Can't you see I'm working?!" -Angie- slammed her hands against the table in the corner of the Hello Kitty Themed Café as she glared down at this man in front of her. He sat in his simple black attire surrounded by pink and red hello kitty themed stuff. It differed him strikingly in the scene. -Kairo Santiago- leaned forward and whispered with a sly smile, ~"You have a bill with me, Angel."~ Enjooooy!! :)
Thomas Alexander Withson is the second oldest son to the deceased Johnathan A. Withson. His uncle sent him an invitation to a formal event in Paris. Tommy read the letter as carefully as a scientist would observe his report. Then, he contacted an old friend and set foot into travelling. EXTRACT : I shook my head and thought this was a waste of bloody time. I could have spent my life somewhere in a place that would offer great experience. But instead of that imagination, I got a bump on the shoulder from a female person walking by. "I apologize," the woman said. Her voice was soft and it gave an air of elegance. I looked at her face and settled on her eyes. "Everything's okay, no worries," I said, attempting to be polite. She was accompanied by a man in a brown suit, who I assumed to be her friend. He did not look like a husband or boyfriend. Neither did he look fit for the position. "I apologize," the woman said again, this time she sounded concerned and worried. "Everything's okay," I replied. Her eyes were covered by a dark velvet-purplish masquerade mask that matched the color of her gown all together. Her dress was the color of black and purple. I took a quick glance and that was all I got. I did not want to pay attention to an outfit, but rather to the person herself. She gulped hesitatingly before her lips formed a welcoming and gentle smile. She tilted her head slightly to the side. "You don't look familiar," she said. I glanced across at the man who remained unmoving from his position like a Secret Service detail. He was bulk enough to be considered a tough guy. He looked to be in his early thirties. There was a mustache above his thin lips and it was shaped like a boat upside down. I averted my attention back to the woman and took a small step forward. "Hey," the man said. "Back away, pal. Don't be too close." The crowds were still active in the background. I moved slightly further and kept a neutral expression.
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