Accardi Novels & Stories

They were surprised when he hugged her. Faricenda chuckled, hitting his head, "It's Faricenda, you jerk. Aric is a male's name, when will you understand that?" She glared at him and he hugged her tightly again, "Christ, Danks! You are going to suffocate me." She pulled away and in two seconds, he hugged her again that Lucius wanted to step forward but his mother stopped him.

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

Goddamn you, Aaric Bernardi. Goddamn you.

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.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

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.

As I sniffed around his bed stand, I saw something shimmer in my peripheral. I turned and saw a tiny metal substance lodged in the space between his bedside drawer. I quietly pulled it out and studied it angrily. It was the Ambassadorial Badge we give to Ambassadors from other packs in our court. This one had NARCISSE engraved in it. I roared in anger as all the pieces came together in my head. Charlotte came rushing in, shaken by the wicked sound. “What’s going on?” she whispered softly. I heaved angrily. “My father was murdered”, I seethed.

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…”