Andreas Dermanis Novels & Stories

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

He looked at the door, only to remember a question. “Do you really believe in Mr. Alex?” Surely there was someone who wouldn't be affected even if Jonas was ousted from his position as CEO of Progun. That person could still survive and work at Progun regardless of Jonas' presence. In fact, that person had served the CEO before him. Damn! * Andreas had forgotten the last time he had set foot in this place. Except for his five months as a newlywed, the fact was that he had not been to a nightclub in a long time, and now he decided to come back.

Jeremiah said and laughed slightly. "You're about to lose your job and you're still in the mood to laugh. If someone sees you right now, they'll think you're out of your mind." "You said you'll handle and since you're Andrea Accardo, I believe you." Jeremiah smiled. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm only doing this because I feel guilty." She stated, moving her chair backward. "What's the name of the chairman?" "Reid Dahmer." "Reid Dahmer? Sounds so cliché. Can't believe it belongs to a jerk like him." Andrea mumbled underneath her breath, but Jeremiah clearly heard her.

“Yes Andrea. Dennis was equally happy when I told him.” Andrea leaped for joy. “Dennis really would be working with Alex Carlson? That's ten times the fame he had before. I'm so grateful to you dad.” Andrea hugged her dad dearly. “Come on now. Your music coach and his daughter are waiting downstairs. We all will be going to the concert together.” Mr. Greyson said as he led his daughter downstairs. Andrea's face brightened when she saw Remi, Coach Ethan's daughter. Remi was the same age as Andrea, but not of the same class, yet Remi was also a pro musician as her father trained her equally.

"Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me. " I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..." There was something in her voice. The desperation–Honesty. She could not be lying but how could I have a son?

Andras directed his thoughts in the right direction, in his opinion, and sank back into the chair, watching his assistant again climb the golden stepladder and throw another check into a transparent cube suspended from the ceiling of the hall. If the demon considered the car dealership his hobby, then the organization of a charitable foundation was almost the first source of income. Naive earthlings are ready to save anyone, it is enough to show them a couple of pitying shots with emaciated animals or barefoot children - and substitute a bag for money. "Master, she's here!" One of the demons serving Andras was signaling excitedly, pointing down with his index finger. - Take your finger away.

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

The grip wasn't painful this time, but it was inescapable. Andreas leaned down, his face inches from Nikos’s. He didn't look angry. He looked... curious. He drew a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he hovered near the crook of Nikos’s neck. "Interesting," Andreas whispered, his voice dropping to a register that made the hair on Nikos's arms stand up. "You don't smell like fear anymore, Nikos. You smell like... sandalwood and desperation. It’s a very particular scent. I think I might actually grow fond of it."