Novels by M.J Walked

ElenaMaybe it was the collision and my brain was still a bit fuzzy because when I looked back up at Roman again he looked like a fallen angel.Granted I probably have never gotten up this close to him, definitely not close enough to smell the aftershave and cologne he wears. Maybe it was always there but I was too entranced in his eyes to notice.Crystal blue and glaring at me as if I kicked his pet puppy, quickly becoming aware of our intense staring battle I look away.He breaks the silence, his voice gruff and annoyed, nothing new.“Are you always in such a rush, Sunshine ?”I look back at him again, this fucker had some audacity.“Only when I'm trying to get away from you” I say with a sweet smile I know will only anger him more.“And look where you ended up,” he smirked, and stalked past me towards the door.I don't know why but I wasn't necessarily thrilled with the idea of him leaving again. Damn I must have hit my head pretty hard.“Aw, did I scare you off ?” I mock him fold

ElenaI groan when a cool breeze disturbs my warmth. I nestle further into the warm blanket until the breeze comes once again. I sit upright pissed and glance towards the right where I felt the breeze coming. The window is open, weird. I don't remember opening it last night. I reluctantly get out of bed and make my way towards the window, shutting it close. Damn freezing, I'm up now. No matter how much I hate Roman I cant lie that fucker has comfy linen.The past day hasn't fully settled in and maybe that's for the best, I can't afford to self-destruct right now. I have too much on the line with Casper and now Father, when did my life go to shit. Oh I know when my mother decided to go ahead and die.Mentally cursing myself and realizing I need a distraction I decide to get ready for the day. And the lords know I need all the preparation I can get for the day.45 minutes later Im showered and feeling absolutely famished. After Roman's pissy mood last night I didn't bother leaving the

Elena The house is beautiful. It is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It looks as if a farm style house and Mediterranean style house had a baby. It is devastatingly beautiful and I am so envious of it. I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn't like anything associated with this walking demon of a man. The car door opens drawing me from my thoughts. I turn to see Roman standing there. There's his hand on the car handle, a boreed expression on his face.I exit the car without thanking him and walk towards the front door while he circles the car to get to the trunk. I refuse to stare at his firm ass. Admiring the door and its golden hinges with beautiful expensive exterior the door opens scaring me shitless. A man wearing a simple classy clothed with primarily grey hair and thick spectacles on his nose. Who the hell is this ?”Hello Mrs. De Santo welcome to the Russo estate, My name is Linch Alfred” he waves me inside the house and I sneak a peek back to see Roman tryin

ElenaI lean my head against the cool window and squeeze my eyes shut. I've convinced myself if I don't open them this hasn't really happened. This was all just a bad dream, one I will laugh at how silly it was soon enough. But when a bump sends me flying forward reality snaps back into place.I brace my hands on the dashboard as the car evens out again and glare at the crystal eyed demon beside me. “Tryna kill me already” I say and settle back into my seat not forgetting to secure my seat belt this time.He expertly makes a turn spinning the wheel with his palm braced on the top, just the sight makes my stomach clench with a feeling I would not like to explore. Snap out of it Elena. He glances at me then looks back toward the road, “By crashing ?” he asks and then lets out a short laugh satan would use, “Of course not that would put me at risk and far too messy this light leather would never get clean, I would simply do it somewhere remote off the grid where none can hear you scream.

ElenaLife can change in the blink of an eye, one second you can be having the time of your life and the next your life can feel like it's over. Being a family in the Mafia, this is embedded in me already. I thought I was ready for anything that came at me tonight but nothing could prepare me for what just happened.I pace the length of my bedroom once again, this cannot be happening. The one man in the world I wanted and couldn't have comes back into the picture with the ultimatum of a lifetime. If I don't agree Casper is doomed but if I do so am i. I fall back onto my bed, place a hand on my racing heart, just breathe Elena, I was sent up here to start packing because apparently I'm supposed to move in with that monster. My next breath catches and before I can stop it a sob slips out. My life has been a series of unfortunate events: Romans rejections, mothers passing, my father's disappearance, I am a walking bomb about to tick off any minute. I hate Roman Russo. He is intent on rui

ElenaThe once comforting, loving eyes I used to admire as a little girl are gone, replaced by cold, deadly piercing green ones. The father I haven't seen in years who prioritizes his work trip over his children. The sadness that threatened to overpower is quickly replaced with sheer anger. I start to tremble with pure rage, rage that not even Roman Russo could bring out of me. Because here stands before me is the two men who completely broke my heart.RomanIt is not often-or ever that I am proven wrong but I was highly mistaken when I thought getting Marco De Santo here to show up for his children would be easy. He gave me a million-and-one reasons why he couldnt make it which is pretty fucking pitiful if you ask me, having an offspring just to abandon them is beyond me. Elena’s sage green eyes stare back at her father so much hatred and rage in them it excites me. For once I’m not the cause for it which feels pretty damn good, a feeling I won't look into. Casper is spewing some bu