Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

Alessandro was a ruthless killer, Chris didn't know anything apart from designer clothes, greedy eyes, and forcing his wants down our throats. “Fuck! Man you broke my fucking arm!” He was still talking, he had not looked at the man he was talking to, until he saw Alessandro’s face. “Don Vanilli! I'm sorry! She used to work for me! I only wanted to ask her where she had been without taking notice of her absence” Alessandro’s voice was silk and acid. “Touch her again,” he said, “and I’ll break more than that.” The man’s face went pale. “I didn’t mean, ”

Olivia asked, very curious. Holand remained where he was. He took off the gloves he was wearing with a sigh. "There was a family from Italy. Markus Eleazar was known as the most insane, cruel, psycopath, and cold-blooded killer. He even killed his wife and daughter because of his madness and raised his only son, Darius Eleazar. The black mafia organisation that Markus had previously led was now under Darius' leadership. Then Darius fell in love with a girl from Germany. Miss Isabella Benecia, who was studying in Italy at the time,. Finally, they got married, and Miss Isabella only found out about the cruelty of Darius, who followed in the footsteps of his father, Markus Eleazar. Isabella bec

he said, picking another photo, “was a journalist. She was investigating Lorenzo’s company. She went missing after a week of posting about him. They found her body in a forest, her fingers cut off.” Isabella squeezed her eyes shut. “Stop… please.” Alessandro placed the photos down and said softly, “I’m sorry. But you need to see what kind of man we’re dealing with.” She opened her eyes again and whispered, “He’s a devil in human form.” “Yes,” Alessandro said quietly. “That’s what he is. He doesn’t kill for power alone, Isa. He kills because he enjoys it.” She looked at him, horrified. “Enjoys it?”

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

Dell says, and I crease my brows in confusion. “What do you mean you knew?” I ask him. He clears his throat and sits back on the sofa. “Alessandro Romano is known to have mistresses. Well, not many, but he is not a faithful man,” I squint my eyes, not entirely understanding what he means by that. “Mistresses?”

I said, my voice shaky as I tried to sound more confident than I felt. "How am I looking at you?" Alessandro asked, a rare smile curling his lips. It wasn’t just any smile—it was one of those disarming smiles that made you question everything you thought you knew about him. The billionaire Alessandro Leonardo Deluca was smiling at me, and not just once, but throughout the entire plane ride. And now, here he was again, gracing me with that same devastatingly beautiful smile.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled. I was ready to see the gaps. I was ready to see the blank spaces where Isabella had erased her past. But there were no gaps. The first page was a biography. Alessia Moretti. Born in Naples. Orphaned at ten. Raised in the foster system. A genius coder. Recruited by Inferno Tech five years ago. "Lies." I scoffed loudly. "It's a cover. Dante built it for her." I scrolled faster. And then I stopped in the photo section.

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

he said, not loosening his arm around me. “I am sorry for your loss, Alexei” the man, I assume, Donatello, said, looking at Alexei who nodded. Alexei didn’t remove his arm from around me, and seeing that, I did not try to move “I take it that you found yourself a little mate, however, I am surprised that she is a Lycan, I am sure that she is making herself useful” “I don’t think I asked you for a comment, Donatello” Alexei said, glaring at the man.