Omerta Stories

To think that some hours ago I thought that my life was over. I thought that being cheated on and having no one was my rock bottom. But no. This is.

Two couples end up at a trap house somewhere on Long Island ,NY. Loopy as it sounds, they don't start to worry about the situation they are in until an elderly lady is found dead. Having swallowed her tongue and rupturing all the blood vessels in her face after dumping a quarter gram of fentanyl into her stem under the assumption that is was resin from the free base being smoked earlier that evening while this 69 year old fiend brakes the most important rule of the streets 4 new omers to the game are in awe as the whole house goes right back to chasing that very insane feeling of calming that comes along with the cracked and dried out finger hands and feet. Rule #1 - If it ain't yours don't touch it ! ! ! 😔 Sadly this woman learned an important lesson that cost her her life... Jay Mussa. A brave washed up Gangster in his time had acquired a house and for quite some time he had the balls to charge people to stay there in a squater house. Now once you find out that the house is a squatters there's no more paying anything to anyone. From what I hear you actually get paid to leave when the bank sells the bitch. So Jimmy has this idea to bring someone with food & product back to the house where he and his now incarcerated cartel boss of a brother once called home to their 13 kilo a week empire. 13 kikos a week that's a lotta grams people, 13,000 x's 40 =13,000 grams in case you didn't know that a kilo is 1000 grams. That becomes a minimum of $520,000 American dollars baby. Now to a fiend like me that's a whole lotta brain as I call it ,man how badly I wish I had the balls to sell drugs. I can't though . I don't well while entities try to control my life's work. there's only speculation and Imagination to fill in the blanks.i They have no idea just how much danger they are in until the seriousness of they're situation gets put in they're face suddenly it's a battle of the wtts until they can escape this unbelievable situation.

What do you do when you see a dead body? You call the police, right? No, you keep walking unless you want to be killed too. Noelle didn’t know that. She did what any other human would do and called for help. That one phone call changed her life forever. And what she thought was a nice, pretty, calm world was about to turn into a weird and twisted one that she would never escape.

In the hills above Medellín, Colombia, a quiet word carries more weight than anything written down: omertá. When the narrator overhears it whispered about two men sitting just feet away, it sets off a slow unraveling of a story no one will fully explain. Is it a secret society, an ancient pact, or something less defined and more powerful? As fragments surface through coffee, conversation, and silence, one truth remains: if they are omertá, you can trust them... but you may never understand why.

Hands covered in blood she screamed. Life is scary. These are the few moments that made her think about the nice sunny days she spent in Paris. Sitting on her balcony, sipping a cup of coffee. She was zoning out when in front of her a war was raging. But she had enough. She wanted to go back to the times when she was not involved in any crime. But alas, life is not fair. It was not fair when she was a small girl in her hometown and it was still not. She looked down at the man she learned to love. The man who was fighting for his life but still looking at her with eyes filled with love. It's not every day that you see a Mafia Boss, the biggest drug lord in the world - The prince of Sicily carrying his heart on his sleeve. But he did, just for her. "I'm sorry, sorry, really sorry, please forgive me" she sat down while chanting sorry. "You are mine," he said and closed his eyes. She smiled a bit. His face looked serene. She kissed his head. Covered her head and ran for her life... She traveled for a living. She enjoyed her life to the fullest. But when she met him everything changed. She was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on and he wanted every inch of her. He fell for her innocence and she fell for the kindness that he only showed to her.

Mia Hill stood before the man's grave with a bouquet of Marigolds in hand. She knew how much he despised them so it would give her joy to drop the bright flowers by his gravestone. 'R.I.P Giovanni Moretti' It read. The rest was crappy and sappy bullshit filled with lies of his kind heart and strong will. If only she was designated with the duty of engraving words that defined the man on his gravestone, the world would know the truth of his real characteristics. After all, who knew a father better than his daughter. Sadly, she wasn't granted such a pleasure but nothing could sour her mood today. Not the rain beating her tender skin, nor her soiled boots, nor her not being allowed to gaze at the dead man for longer than ten seconds before his burial. Today, she was on top of the world. Today, she could laugh without fearing he'd take the cause away from her. Today, she could feel guiltless. Now that Giovanni was six feet under, she wouldn't fear the many lives that she had taken because he was atonement for everything. ***** Vittoria Mia Moretti, mostly known as Mia Hill, had always wanted a life cut off from her father; a life with freedom and no guilt. A life she could say belonged to her. A life cut off from the mafia and it's leader. Little did she know that even if the leader was rotting six feet under, there's no way out of a circle you're the center of.

"You really thought what happened last night matters to me?" He said. "Then know this, it was just for fun and we aren't together. Just because we are married doesn't mean I love you." Everything in me shattered. It felt as I was made of glass and someone threw it and it ended up shattered. "Last night was a mistake so it's better you forget! " After saying this, he stood up from his chair, walked out and left me alone in the room. My knees felt weak. Everything started to blur around me. My face felt warm and wet. I fell on the floor on my knees and everything turned black like it was consuming me. *** The day we become an adult is the day Natalie's life changes. All Natalie Seine wanted was to make her eighteenth birthday special. It actually became special, when her mother and brother sold her to get married to someone she thought she didn't know. Damon Queen. Let's just say she didn't know anything about him. Life gets more complicated when Natalie's living with Damon. She gets to know his past and his darkest secret. He gets to know her life. Will they live with the truth?

It was a mistake deciding to take a walk at night and then bumping into a bad group of people. And it was most defiantly a mistake deciding to wear a top of the line Dolce and Gabbana jacket. No I'm only kidding! It was a huge mistake letting my sass and slight anger issues get in the way. Anyways this is how me, being an blockhead caused so much drama that the Mafia had to take hostage of me. Yeah I should of minded my own business. I'm Emma Reed and this is my story to how the Mafia kidnapped me. And how I fell in love with one of them. ----------------------------------- (G) Contains some strong language and may feature sexual content.

You're taking what you want right from me Wrapped up in so much Life is just the way you hold me You pick you miscellaneously Wrapped up in all the choices you're not giving to me I'm laying on the floor We're drinking 'cause we're bored Boy, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces BETWEEN FRIENDS- affection

***THIS IS A FANFIC OF GRAYSON DOLAN*** 20 year old, Iris Juanita, still trying to relieve from her horrible and haunting past just wanted to live a normal life. Trying to find a decent job and getting a good earning while meeting the mafia's family is definitely not what she expects to happen as she goes along with her best friend to a club on a Friday night. ***THIS STORY MAY BE CRINGE*** (Just a warning, this is my first time writing a fanfic). ***IN NEED OF MAJOR EDITING*** ***CURRENTLY EDITING***

If she could turn back time Roza would change just one thing. Running into Luis Alejandro Santana. But she couldn't. And so, she was stuck with him, helplessly watching as slowly, very slowly he filled her mind. And her heart. ☆ Luis Santana is always protected. A gunman three steps behind him. A highly trained mercenary disguised as his driver. And of course his own aim never fails. But there's a thousand other ways he could get killed. And the fact that he had hundreds of enemies didn't help either. And that's when he runs into the dark-haired girl with an attitude that could cut a diamond. He has to teach her a lesson. It's a childish want. A want that suddenly turns into an unexplainable need. ☆

Descripción: Coming soon. Omertà se ira publicando lentamente. La descripción de la novela la subiré dentro de poco. Todos los derechos reservados. Código de registro en Safecreative: 1901129614668

Redd. World Famous Assassin.

Amanda Ruben Russell is a quiet but mighty girl, some would she is a nerd or a freak because of how quiet she is, she doesn't speak unless spoken to, so you could say she is shy but she's not your typical shy-push-around goody too shoes. As the last year in college, things were not going as she planned. Trying to get her life back on track, she caught the attention of the devil. Will she run the other way?. Lucien Thorne King also known as "the devil" is the leader of the most feared and strongest gang in the whole continent of North America, he is also a big time professional street racer. With some scwany gang trying to take away is gang and his tittle and his mother pressuring him to settle down, the devil is agitated, which is very bad cause he could blow up at anytime. But when he sighted a pair of ruby eyes filled with pain he felt his heart thump heavily against his chest. What will he do?. Read this story and find out if the will devil be casted away?, will he cast away the foreign feeling? or will they rub against each other and stand as one?.

Connection is at the core of what it means to be human. We are naturally drawn to community, taught from an early age that companionship is essential-not only for fulfillment, but for survival. Since the beginning of time, people have gathered in groups that offer safety, understanding, and a shared sense of purpose. We build our lives alongside those who reflect our values, beliefs, and ways of seeing the world-whether through family, geography, religion, language, or personal conviction. Sometimes we choose our community; other times, we're born into it. And every so often... the community chooses us.

Being the big dog on the streets is tough. People want you murdered in your own bed, the government is just waiting for you to slip up , you can never be to trusting to anybody. It gets to a guy sometimes, but then again nobody's got the friends I do, the Omertà family that is. Alright I'll admit that I'm the new kid on the block around here, but that don't mean crap to other mobs. We got guys coming for miles just to gun us down, some of which broke out the slammer just to try to spill our blood. See the government don't like us too much, put a hit on every member on the family, but what the government don't realize: the Omertà family won't go down easily.

The more time I spent with the Devil, the more I sinned. His fatal spell had cast over me without an exception, and it was then that I knew the Devil's heart was not completely bitter. - "Stop." An unbearable sob wracked through my body at the loathsome scene laid before my eyes. His response was a deep chuckle, followed by a hiccup that proved he was undoubtedly drunk. "Stop what? Who I've become? All the unruly mess I've made?" He slurred, crouching down next to the man he slaughtered. "Oh, darling. Those actions are a little late to be undone." - How could such a beautiful human being be such an arsehole? That was one of the many questions that popped into Maddie's mind when she saw the difference between the man she helped in the alley, and the man who she witnessed had killed 'innocents'. Maddie moved to New York City in hopes of forgetting the painful memories that were buried within her. Normal as she can ever be, that was where things panned out differently. The Capo of the most wanted and unstoppable Mafia organization knew Maddie's life was nowhere near ordinary. It was as tangled as a bird's nest. Not to mention that she was worth eighty billion in prize, making almost every organization wanting to get their hands on her. Informed that her mother had operated with the Russians decades ago, Maddie was the only one that could fix her Mother's mistakes. It was simple; get Maddie to finish signing the contracts, and untangle her from his life full of twisted complications. He kept her long overdue, enough to where that ruthless heart of his commenced to beat. Again. - Talk About My Man © 2016 Kitykitcat ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. #49 in Romance on 12/03/16 #6 in Criminal on 7/20/18