Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

“Oh great leader, we have come up with many ideas for dealing with David Oswald and any other who stands between us and our goal.” “Oswald will be fine for now. Once he is out of the way, it will be a great thorn removed from our side.” “As you say, oh great one.” “Well let me hear some of these ideas!” “As you are aware, he had a great weakness for his friends. In bringing you from the depths of…” Isabelle waves a hand to stop him in mid-flow. “Been there done that. We’ve already hurt him from that angle. No, I want David…”

He would be so glad to share a woman with him. 'Alessandro,' the one driving the boat sighed. 'Do you want us dead?' 'Don't be a chicken, we can make money from her and no one will know she is alive.' 'And what make you so sure that Alberto will buy her?' 'Why don't you make the call and find out.' Alessandro, the short man smirked. The taller man, Callisto by name, thought about the tempting offer. He sighed and picked up his phone. Maybe the call would connect from where they were on the sea. Alessandro had other plans. All he needed to do was exploit Callisto's connection with the buyer, get the money and kill Callisto. Then the money would be all his.

“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.

Alpha Dalton’s POV My whole body aches as I sit up in bed. I heard Nicklaus come through the mind link, “Dalton, there is an issue over near the lake. We need you ASAP.” He sounded worried which was not super unusual the case for my beta. Nick was a beast and that’s why I had chosen him to be my right hand man, but he stressed hisself out way too much. We had been through many battles and seen the world together. I trusted his instincts more than anyone. If he was worried then something was definitely up. I scrubbed a hand over my face and pulled the blanket off of me. “I’ll be there in a few. Is it extremely urgent?” I walked over to the bathroom and flipped on the light. I stared at myself

I came with a force so hard that my head pounded. He didn’t pull his digits or his mouth from me. He licked me clean until I rode out my orgasm. Afterward, he pulled away and stared at me with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his mouth to taste the remnants of my orgasm. “ Delizioso. “ Without wasting time, he got off the bed and removed his clothes. I watched as his erection lay on his stomach with all its glory. The tip was glistening with precum and his piercing added to the beauty.

"But who would go to such lengths to undermine us?" --- Meanwhile, Isabella De Luca's machinations unfolded behind the scenes, orchestrated with precision and cunning. Her network of informants and disgruntled former employees whispered tales of discontent and betrayal within the ranks of the Zaveri estate, planting seeds of doubt and suspicion among Sorin's most trusted allies. One such informant was Marco Rossi, a disgraced sommelier whose once-promising career had been marred by allegations of unethical conduct and corporate espionage. Isabella, sensing an opportunity to exploit his bitterness and thirst for redemption, approached Marco with an offer too enticing to refuse.

Orella was silent as she remembered everything about Alessandro. She winced in pain as the leka on her arm ached from being pressed by Dante. "Are you crazy? It hurts to know!" snapped Orella, who was furious about what the man beside her was doing. "Tell me, do you know Alessandro?" Dante asked Orella again in a pressing tone and looked at her sharply. Orelle frowned, but she didn't understand why Dante was so curious about her relationship with Alessandro. Orella thought she wouldn't tell him about her relationship with Alessandro because Dante had lied to her so much.

“But your husband’s work? That’s a different story, isn’t it? Lorenzo Vitelli—known enforcer for the Cosa Nostra. A man so dangerous that his name alone scares people.” Delilah’s lips curved into a faint smile like she was extremely proud of her husband, “Lorenzo is a devoted husband and father. Whatever else you think you know about him is just that...your thoughts.” I slid a photograph across the table. It was a surveillance shot of Delilah standing in the courtyard of her huge estate. Behind her, several men carried heavy crates into a private hangar. “Doesn’t look like charity work to me,” I said, watching her carefully.