Novel & Cerita Albert Danmachi

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

Damien sighed and rubbed his head in frustration. "I know, Alex, but I mean it when I say there's nothing wrong with me. I'm just tired, that's all. Now, as your Alpha, I command you to leave me be!" Damien repeated, firmly ordering Alex with his Alpha title. Alex stared at Damien for a while and seeing he wasn't going to let up, he shook his head, sighed and turned to leave. Damien didn't move and just stared at his friend's retreating back. Some things are better left unsaid. Alex left the room and headed to the balcony for a smoke.

Ashley Filling the room with an electric atmosphere, the DDW hotel in Los Angeles buzzed with the presence of wealthy individuals. Damien Albrecht's grand party for the opening of their new company was the talk of the town. Damien Albrecht, the supposed heir to the Albrecht group and the world's youngest billionaire, was known for his involvement in various businesses, including rumors of drug dealings and leading a small mafia group. His name alone struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross his path. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spine. A human with no heart, a heartless, ferocious demon, and a nightmare to whoever obstructs his way at least that was how th

We got to hang out at the packhouse more often and I became best friends with Trainors and most of the teens at the packhouse. It's been two months since we graduated from college. I now work as the Human Resource Manager at Selena Textiles– a factory founded by Alpha Lex, where Daniel is the CEO. Both Daisy, Dylan, and Arnold work there too. Prove out Arnold was not as bad as I thought! The thing that made him miserable was drugs and his high school in Jamaica. But since he broke up with Nico, and his father Rebuked him for using too much ebonics, excessive slang, and a weird way of speaking by omitting words, he has become normal. It was all because of Drugs.

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

Rayver wouldn’t forget that, and it’s been a year since he last saw his twin in one event in the same organization, which he attended intentionally as he wanted to see if Danver was doing well. Upon confirming it, Danver is now the Alpha of Tramaloid as someone gave the information about Danver, who killed the son of their last Alpha.

Otherwise, it would be much too rude. They hadn't waited long when Rebecca waved her hands in a direction. Albert looked up. But the first thing he noticed wasn't the two old men. Instead, he saw two figures diagonally ahead of them. Albert locked gazes with the figure in the lead. When he got a clear look at who it was, he narrowed his eyes dangerously. It was Daniel Winston … if Albert's memory served him right. He actually had the nerve to come to Rookfort. As Markus and Liam approached them, Rebecca called Albert to catch his attention. "Do you see the bald guy with white eyebrows, Albert? That's Markus, the descendant of the Flanneys and the head chef at Four Seasons.

I looked over to Damien and he nods at me. "Likewise Mr..." "Just call me Alberto. Let's discard with the formalities. Damien is like family to me" he chuckled and I smiled with a nod. Chloe excused herself and walked away with the lie of going to look for Charles and Ray but I know she could sense the growing tension that could be snipped with a scissor. Damien snatched two flute from a moving tray and handed one to Alberto. I don't get why he was being nice to the man when we don't know if he's the one that kidnapped me.

Designer Li understood her situation. Danice was delighted and thanked her gratefully. Later that day, Designer Li sent her two profiles. The first was a renowned painter and former King of the Academy—the Canvas King, Albrich Kingstone. He was in his forties, exclusive, and rarely appeared in public. If not for his works that often auctioned and globally recognized, the media would almost miss him due to his low-key profile. According to Designer Li’s note, approaching him would be difficult. Therefore, Danice was advised to start with the second person.