Novels by Amanfu

"Once a man dies!" Don Marcello, his hand turned the lever of the parlor door down and like a spirit, he exited, and moved from place to place, until he located Capo Carlsbad's office and entered it.The clock on the wall was 2:00 .On the light? No. Where to start? Where you start? Where to start?Thinking of where to start as he sat in Capo Carlsbad's swivel chair, his forehead rested on the desk. It was a deep sleep. His intention: Since he would be out, the last effort was to garner the information that would ruin Melissa's husband's economy. She will be forced to reconsider her adamant stance.He was thrown up by the opening of the office door.But he was swiftly safe in the store. He crawled into the only place available? The maid briskly walked into the store and took a mob, a pail, and an air freshener.He knew he was covered but did not know what covered him but he knew he had nailed himself like in a coffin, no scrawling out, no sideway movements. What the military calls

Don Marcello. You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! She wrote the curses continuously on a piece of paper and gingerly went to her kitchen window and threw down the piece of paper in case he was alive, in case he would see it and read it. Don Marcello, EoT( eyes on target)at the site of the refuse dump where he cleared the grasses, a piece of white paper tossed down, fell on the refuse dump. His waist creaked but he managed to get up and from the refuse dump began to open the paper. It was initially rumpled.Melissa, not satisfied by what she did, wanted to hear him. To know why all the embarrassment? Why did he leave his ex, to come after her? She wanted to know if he was mad. His actions had defied explanation. What kind of love is he professing now? She shook her head and fell on the bed crying but controlling her cry. Up, she went to a drawer, loosed a thread from its roll wrote the worst expletives on a piece of paper, and tied the long thread to it with a pe

He was thrown into the chasm, the first to be thrown in there. He gritted his teeth as he landed on two legs, and limped, holding one knee like he smashed that leg on something hard. But the leg has no shoe. The other leg still has. It was not yet dark. He saw a brief plank and sat on it, on the grasses, his back on the base of the coarse wall of the structure called house. He was tired and his back was in pain. He felt his chest pocket and unbuttoned it. He lit his cigarette, his back still wedged against the coarse wall, and his eyes were closed. If he had no cigarettes in his pocket, he would have died. He kept smoking one stick after another until he dropped himself down, lying on the plank but folded his knees, his one leg still in the one shoe. He felt protected by it. When he jumped awake, it was night. " God! Oh God...!" he was shaking, thanking God. The snake did not move fast even with the jump and stagger. It crawled over his neck and now moving silently and slowl

He went back to Parish A. The hidden camera captured the detailed quality of Priest James' cassock. Off the town, he found a good tailor and commissioned him to produce a similar cassock he has. He tested the fitting of the D-I-Y cassock and the masked face. He was like the priest he saw. Yes! Preparation is more important than an operation. He ran down to a dealer's shop and selected a similar white Toyota (cat eye)Once a man dies! Once a man dies! He drove out. Sharp 6:30 am he has to be with Melissa and intimate her before the real priest arrives at 7:00 am on the dot as he arrives daily but the gate of Heaven, for the first time will not open. How many priests now? The man in charge of security will ask himself, and match out cautiously to screen the priest in the car. He would ask him, " Excuse me, sir, did you forget something? If I had gone. "If I have not gone, but safe or dead inside, he would raise alarm."Don Marcello. This is obvious "Despite the critical

He removed her gown completely, smooching her all round. "Sexy legs."" Today you're seeing it? ""It's getting more sultry""Am noticing changes, anyway."Don Marcello tugged down her pants to her thighs.Oh. It was a mess! Her fluids were still gushing down to the bed. He carried her like that, half dead to the bath basin and like a sinful undertaker, cleansed her, meddled with her thing, carried her back, and requested hot chocolates for her. Taking the hot chocolates, she sobbed, placed back the cup on the center table, and coiled inside Don Marcello who did not abandon her but had sat next to her, encouraging her to drink her hot chocolate. "I hope am romantic," he asked her. She nodded in his arms. "But today is my worst day." she shivered. "Stop sobbing. What do you mean by the worst day?"Still sobbing, he revealed what she passed through, "Looking into your eyes, I said oh, I wish our child would be like you because I am pregnant.""Maria, what did you say? " Don Marcel

"The Capo! The Capo! "The Capo Carlsbad himself smiled briefly. It was his birthday. He was in a new stripped grey suit. He had just thrown away, his Cuban-made cigar to answer the men, his inner circle men hailing him to come out for his happy birthday song. It was in the parlor. They understood his feelings. He was marking his birthday, not because of any reason but because of Melissa.The Mafia does not celebrate birthdays. But her sister Beatrice Brown, told him the truth and nothing but the truth. A young wife is a commander of the house. Melissa wanted the birthday to be marked than neverThey sang the Happy Birthday song. Melissa joined him to break the cake.On her finger was the most expensive wedding ring Kylie 23 Carat Earth-mined. But you know what Capo gifted her? on his birthday? The latest and most expensive car: Rolls Royce boat tail worth $26.2mMelissa was told not to go to her shop for now for security reasons. But it was till they got hold of the man who

"Arranged Marriage" by Miss AnnTwo months had passed before DBD traveled to Ecuador. He was expected back today. A lot had been going on underground and on the ground. Teng had been surprised independently, so without DBD, he would fail. With David, they were wondering if the Neils had abandoned the case. Teng came as David arrived. "It's like our friends have abandoned the case," David said. Teng tightened his lips, nodding. Is he to say it seems or say it's the contrary? It is the contrary. Why? What evidence? "Anything contrary?" asked David. "Let's just pray. But they can't go on with a case they robed themselves in." "I hope so," said David. Soon, Miss Ann Roosevelt will be at the home to take him around the site to see the work in progress. It was eighty-five percent completion, as she said before he traveled. Oh la la! Here she comes! "Mr. David, are we ready to go?" She sounded so professional and like she had sworn to respect Laila's marriage, did not even shake hands wi

"I am your legally married wife.""David. Did Miss Ann come here? I saw her car.""Yes. Not up to ten minutes ago.""I didn't know she was coming here. What did she say?""She said she will establish a world-class shopping mall for you.""That's what she told me too.""I asked if you have the zeal still."As he was talking, anger was brewing in Laila and it flowed out. "Why? Why do you have to ask her that?" she lamented."Let me explain," David pleaded."Explain what?" she retorted and asked, "Why did you ask her that? David, tell me why you should ask her that!" she rapped her words without breathing."It's okay." David avoided further questions from her."Can we go now?" asked David. She was the first to sprint away.Before David returned, despite her bitter thoughts, she had taken a bath and was seated at her vanity table trying to look good. "Laila, just stop being upset," she advised herself, scrubbing a night cream on her face.Someone entered, and she said, "David, come and se

She reached the balcony and they hugged, her thick heart-melting breasts compressed between them. Not to spoil her mood, David collapsed in her arms and demanded, " Carry me." "David! "She glared. "I said carry me! " yelled David. Excited, she stooped and carried him until they crashed on the bed. Like no time to waste, she threw off her shoes, and three off her dress; her bra was strapless, she shifted the back to the front and unhooked it, flung it away, and took the straightened rod, like the blind uses the staff--her eyelids in passion closed--guessed where the entry of her sanctuary was and fixed the rod accurately. Down, down... Up... down, she was timing her movement on top of David, eyelids firmer closed with each movement. The rod carries fire like pulled out of a furnace "Ooh God! "She was the one in control yet tormenting herself. "David. Ooh God." she was gasping out, winding herself like a snake with its head lost. Accurately, she was without sense anym

"With Hardy Arthur docked as a potential witness," Teng wound his brain " Any more reason to stay a day more here?" He didn't say a day more in this hell of a place, wanting to get out into a free world. He was ready to stay till the end of eternity to give credit to his assignment, or to mock DBD. Confident that he has Hardy Arthur's statement file in his armpit, the next as originally planned was to get the prison guards and their officers 'who were in the know' on their side. But a twist now he considered as better was to get out with G-Clash tomorrow or next. The rest people have already implicated themselves, they are the ones to tell Nick Neil's mother not to go on with the case or else all of them will die. He pulled out the inner lining of a cigarette's packet, wrote something like Arabic on it, and handed it to a familiar prison guard to give to Olaf. He folded it with money and said " Don't tell me you didn't see him." Even if he didn't see him, he would move about to

David wired money to Teng's confidant who goes strictly by the name Olaf. Call him, even by his father's name he won't hear. As soon as he saw the money, he did not smile as one who saw an alert. He knew it was not for merriment. He proceeded to Mason City. Opposite the prison gate, he disengaged from the vehicle and looked both ways before crossing the road. It was not the first time he was to visit Teng. He was the facilitator between CEO David and his men( Teng and DBD)He was the facilitator between Teng, DBD, and the prison guards. He knows where to jam any prison guard after work in the free world and where it is tough for them to talk to their senior officers, he could go. What money cannot do, more money can do it. The heavy gate opened and he ambled in. Followed the protocol. His eyes searched for the point of contact. As a man who understands, the points of contact showed up at the exact time. A medium-sized man in the prison guards' uniform with sharp eyes.

"What's the problem? " David asked. It has been thirty minutes since he came back from the board meeting feeling honey. He stood at the wardrobe and undressed, went into the bathroom, took his bath, and came out before he sort of knelt by her and touched her with sincere remark. He did not expect all these. The home of a young couple that was supposed to be filled with bliss is becoming something else. But there will be no peace by all means, no general cancellation of sins. "What's the problem?"" I don't want to work with her." Laila broke her silence. David would have listened to her and canceled the agreement with Miss Ann Roosevelt, there is the good part of having her. It was like she came to motivate her to go on with the revenge. That was exactly what she was doing. "You were with her today. Did she ask any other thing? " David inquired. "You knew having a child is necessary for a businesswoman and you kept silent.""Point of correction. " David got up and perched on the