Accardi Novels & Stories

Casey called out loud and Isabella turned her head and looked at her mother who gulped her saliva down her throat. She then turned her head towards the man who still looked at her with a soft expression. “I am sorry for your loss.” Giovanni said and Casey nodded her head. “Umm... Mr. Accardi...” Casey stuttered as she very well knew why he is here and she was about to say something when Giovanni cut her off and suddenly forwarded his hand towards Isabella. “Hello, Isabella Willow Smith. I am, Giovanni Gomez Accardi. The top businessman in this whole world.” Giovanni said giving her a small smile and she looked down at his hand a

Oren smiles and his white set of the tooth appears. " I like you, you are a good friend, " Ace wanted someone who tells him that, he wanted someone to befriend him. "thank you, " Ace says with a blush, he is not used to it. " How was your day?" Oren asks and hops on the counter. "good, " Ace says quickly and gets back to washing the dishes. Oren scoff and glares towards Ace. " I want an honest answer, " Ace frowned, Why is he asking? It's not like anyone would care about how he truly feels.

I couldn't even look towards Synn, all I could hear was her soft moans and the silent curses she reigned on her men. "Tell me your name, goddess." The guy tracing my face suddenly asked, his lips were very close to mine and our mouth was almost touching. "She... Shemika...my name is Shemika." I moaned as the guy behind me wouldn't stop licking my neck. "I'm Lucian," He murmured into my ear. The guy behind me wrapped his fingers around my wrist, spinning me around so I could face him, then he pressed me hard against his chest, "And I'm Donald." He murmured inside my mouth.

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

I know my mother said not to worry, but I can’t help but worry when it comes to them. Scanning for my name in the fixtures, I eventually find it and grit my teeth…only for my heart to completely drop to my knees when I see who I’m up against in three weeks’ time. “Guess you do have a death wish, sweet cherry,” one of the guys from the locker room taunts and I can do nothing but stare at the fixtures in front of me. Cherie Argento v Creed Volkov. **BEFORE YOU READ FURTHER, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ VIKTOR: A BRATVA WOLVES NOVELLA**

Now, to the main course of the day. ~~ The UBER stopped right in front of ACE's building after the driver had shot her suspicious stares from the rearview mirror with hints of recognition on his face, each time her eyes met his, his lips curved into a sly 'Iknowwhoyouare' smile that made Maria's stomach churn. The middle-aged man didn't cease to try bringing up conversations as he drove— discussions ranging from the Russia-Ukraine war to small talks on toxic masculinity—all of which Maria has no interest in at the moment. On the other hand, a tiny voice in her head suggested he was just a random man who loved to engage his customers in his discussion, maybe this had nothing to do with him an

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

I looked at the faces of each person seated around, waiting for one of the fools to talk. Charlotte sat beside me, her face holding the same irritation that mine held. At that moment, I was internally glad that I chose her over her dumb cousin. She supported my ruthless actions and saw reason in my rage, unlike Roberta who just wanted to wrap the whole world in a disgusting, lovey dovey hug. “Sir, it would not be wise to seek trouble from the Narcisse territory by making such an example of these men”, someone finally said. It was the head of the bank. Of course, that greedy asshole had something to say.

He was the Alpha’s second hand, and I knew for fact that he was going to be respected and to force his own strength if he had to as a man of his position. The man stayed quiet for a few seconds before turning to face me. His eyes met mine and he extended a hand before he smiled. “Giovanni De’ Medici, beta of the pack.” “Lea Auditore,” I said, and he smiled “I assume that you are related to the Alpha?” “Not at all, no.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “Those that we consider family, close family, tend to get the last name. It is in our tradition and as Capo dei Capi…”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”