Doodlebob Saying Novels & Stories

Laura, a single mother, had recently moved into Lorenzo's home, hoping to provide her daughter, Isabella, with a father figure. She wasn't aware that the man she had fallen in love with was a devil—a Mafia boss who was there to ruin her life and that of her daughter. "Isabella, you are mine; you belong to me and no one else. Those who think about you are seeking death," Lorenzo said, raising her chin with a deep voice dripping with threat. Isabella's face was filled with defiance. "I hate you, Lorenzo." He cackled, "But you can't stop saying 'yes, Daddy,' which means your hate doesn't matter because I can't get enough of you, Isabel." Laura was more worried about having a sweet family, while Lorenzo was only interested in sex. “She is still a child; I am sure she will come around,” Lorenzo assured Laura when she expressed concern about Isabella not recognizing him as a father. Sleeping with a mother and daughter while being a crime ring boss—that is the way of a Mafia boss who will be ruined by a hot 18.

Alicia who was a witch and Lucian who was a werewolf was not supposed to love each other as it was forbidden. But falling in love they were left with no choice but to run away from there. But when the night when they were going to run came Lucian abandoned her and she was sent caught and sent to prison for three years. Lucian became the most powerful Alpha and took over the witches too. he came back and now wanted Alicia to be his maid. Alicia's mother sold her to the Alpha but now he treated her really badly, what happened that caused him to be like this? Excerpt: "You killed my sister. Now you would have to pay for it. You will do as I say otherwise there will be consequences," He screamed at me as his hold on my neck got tight. I was not able to breath anymore. "I... I didn't." I was barely able to get those words out my mouth. "Shut up! I don't want to hear anything." With gritted teeth he continued saying, "Now go and stand there all night. This is your punishment for disobeying me."

'You're mine, Katrina. Whether you accept it or not, you were made for me.' He growled, stalking towards me like an animal will stalk its prey. 'I'm no one's. Not even yours.' I tried to say, but it came out weak and feeble. I hated how fragile I felt, I hated how my body betrayed me, needing to be near this man. A devious smile appeared on his lips, a glint in his eyes. 'That's not what the scent of your arousal is saying, love.' __________________ When Katrina comes home to find her husband and mate cheating on her with her best friend, Emery, she is shocked and heartbroken. As if that weren't enough, he rejects her on the spot when he finds out she's not pregnant with his child. Full of rage and hurt, Katrina leaves the pack house and seeks solace in a one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a pub. But the next day, she vanishes without a trace. The problem is, the man she spent the night with has no intention of letting her go that easily. And he will stop at nothing to find her... and claim her as his.

During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered. One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet. Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop. The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer. With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases. Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped, I opened my eyes. The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in. The agents were stunned. "Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?" My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips. "That's right." "Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move." "Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?"

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.

“Don’t come close, please,” she cried, shaking even more. Her hands went to her ears and covered them. “You should have known better when you decided to mess with Vito Caputo,” Saying this, I bent over the cage, grabbed her like she weighed nothing and pulled her out and onto the floor. “Please…” My eyes settled on the red Laurex uniform clinging to her chest. “We should see what these clothes are hiding. Don't you agree with me?”  “Don’t…” “Don’t fucking them me what to do. You signed up for this the moment you agreed to mess with me.” “I'll fuck you till life leaves your body, little wolf.” “I'll assault your body, mind and soul until you speak up. I'll make you cum again and again till you cum your way into the afterlife.” “I'll spread your little legs apart until they hurt. I'll chain your hands over your head until they ache."

PASSION IN THE OFFICE One shot of vodka + a dare + one steamy kiss = LOVE? Willing to prove she really can ‘live a little, Navy Remington accepts to play truth or dare in a cool nightclub. She chooses dare… After one shot of vodka, enough to help her build up some courage, Navy goes straight to a gorgeous man at the bar, puts her arms around his neck, and gives him a passionate, steamy kiss. What Navy doesn’t know is that the man she just made out with in the nightclub, is mogul and playboy extraordinaire Victor Hook. Furthermore… he's going to become her boss... real soon. Even so, Navy won’t let anything get in the way of her ambition. And she’s determined to be taken seriously as she begins her career, and not give in to the heat that’s constantly driving her to distraction. Still, the more Navy and Victor ignore the fire between them, the stronger it gets. But she’s not going to end up in her boss’s bed, because saying yes to Victor won’t just be Navy’s wickedest fantasies come to life... it will be the end of her dreams.

When her beloved father is arrested on the eve of her wedding day, poor Valentina Russo's perfect world falls apart. Her savior? The man who walked away ten years ago without even saying goodbye. — The Russos and the Ricci family weren't always enemies. For as long as Valentina could remember, they lived next to each other, in peace and harmony. Valentina had always had a crush on dark, brooding, Nicholas Ricci. But when Nicholas is cast away for being a spoilt brat as well as a bastard son, Valentina is distraught that he didn't even think it worthy enough to tell her goodbye. Now, it's ten years past, and Nicholas is no longer the young, mischievous boy he once was. Back to exact revenge on both the Russo and Ricci family, especially his violent, cunning half-brother Cielo, he's shocked to discover that Valentina is engaged. And to none other than Cielo, his half-brother. He's always saved Valentina from Cielo when they were little. And he wouldn't mind doing it again. Only this time? He'll make her his. Permanently.

Right after I put the invoice of an eighty-thousand-dollar gold necklace into my bag, my Instagram went wild. A woman calling herself “Future In-law” showed a picture of a ring with a diamond the size of a pigeon egg. It was worth two million dollars. [It’s our first meeting, but my future in-law insisted on giving me this. I couldn’t say no.] The next second, the shop attendant handed me a receipt saying that I owed them two million dollars. “The lady from earlier charged you for her daughter’s two-million-dollar diamond ring. She said that you’re her future in-law, so you have to be nice to her too.” I scowled. “Do you have security footage? I’d like to find her.” The shop attendant shrugged and appeared dismissive. “Sorry, but the security camera broke down today. It’s written clearly on the receipt. You can’t refuse to pay.” Exasperated, I laughed, grabbed the unsigned receipt, and called the police. “Hello, officers. I just got scammed out of two million dollars at a jewelry shop.”

My name is Mark Thompson. Not long after I became a mortician, I came down with a strange condition. The moment I touch a corpse, I see their final memories play out before my eyes. It's not that I enjoy sticking my nose into other people's business. Those visions just force their way into my head. The first body my mentor ever had me restore belonged to a wealthy young man who'd been mangled in a car crash. The second I touched his shattered neck, I couldn't stop myself from saying something to the grieving family beside me. "His car didn't malfunction. The brake line was cut. "The cutters are still hidden beneath the spare tire in his wife's trunk." The crying stopped instantly, and everyone turned to stare at the woman who had been pretending to mourn. Two weeks later, she was arrested. She had hired someone to kill her husband and staged the murder as a traffic accident. After that, people from both sides of the law started lining up outside the funeral home in the middle of the night.