Andreas Dermanis Novels & Stories

No, that honestly sounded like too much fun for a brooding guy like him. It was the dial tone of my work phone that had my heart almost leaping out of my chest. Only one person had that number so I knew instantly who it was. With a grumble, I looked at Venus and said, "Wonder what the Devil wants at this hour," then I answered the call as politely as possible, remembering to use the right name when doing so, "Daniella Quinzel speaking, who am I speaking to?" "Miss Quinzel," came Gunnar's response. He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients."

I didn’t want to say no to her if she wanted to train, but what I would give if it were anyone but Danni. “Will you three be joining us today?” Richie calls out, “We have an odd number if someone would like to team up with Derek?” Derek is in his mid 30’s and has a mate and two kids. He has been with the unit since he was 18, and his son is just a year younger than Danni. He’s not a bad bloke, a little hot-headed at times, but he’s a good bloke to have on the squad. He was nearly the same height and build as me, but I was stronger, given the Alpha blood running through my veins.

I say as I walk over to him and give him my hand, and he grabs my forearm to heave himself up. “Easy for you to fucking say,” he grumbles, and I can’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “What happened to the non-violent, peaceful Dimitri?” I ask, but he simply gives me a huff as a response. I shake my head; Dimitri truly is a drama queen. He should have been a damn woman instead. “Follow me,” Andreas says after a while. He leads us towards the largest place in the middle, which I am assuming is Fenriz’ mansion. We pass what looks like a smaller version of the Roman Colosseum on the way there.

He cracks a smile, clearly happy to see them again. Andreas thought that something bad had happened to her because her husband had taken her back the way he had done it. But these thoughts are soon forgotten and all he can think about is the opponent, who starts to make his entrance. A thirty-year-old American, 6'0 feet tall (182cm) and 180 pounds (82kg). His score is impressive, but not speckless like Andreas'. 15 wins, 3 draws and 2 losses.

Andreas thinking that at some point, someone had sent him an assortment of bouquets of flowers, invitations for him to attend a party, as well as jewellery, gifts and chocolates, with due regards from Alexander and Sasha. Andreas had long platinum white hair, a muscular body, and beautiful slanted blue eyes. Andreas Satoshi Tsukino Delphos or just Andreas Delphos as he was known, the ice prince of Lovecraft County, he was rich, successful, he was a multi-millionaire, businessman, heirs to a great heritage that came from a long lineage in his lifetime , within the family, where their ancestors reigned and invested in the city of Lovecraft. In that he was a tall, muscular man, no more than 1.7

But she knows something, she knows definitely that we are onto them so she's going to try and give us a little taste of regret to us for calling them potential criminals," Andreas said sighing as he tapped the top of the metal desk looking at the file on the table and she looked at his hands as it shook and she couldn't tell if he was okay or was still shaken from the Maya news. "Andreas, are you okay? I know it's stupid asking a stupid question but I really need to know if you are good. If you are not, I can always handle this alone until you are sure that you are good, okay, just say the word and I will be sure to let the chief know that you need some time off with personal issues.." Dera

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin