Andreas Dermanis Novels & Stories

She noticed that he only went for work on the second day of their marriage and rest of the days he had worked in the office with his men on his beck and call. She was horrified when she came to knew that the new on the television of Gold stolen was the his husband doing. She knew her husband was no saint man. She read about him on the internet. The man was the leader of the California most dangerous mafia organisation “Scorpio” He is not to be messed with. He hates disobedience and disrespect. In his country, he holds control. He is called a beast. He kills without remorse. He is Alessandro Emilio, the greatest mafia lord of California's most powerful and dangerous group, SCORPIO.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

“You are far from even. He is undeserving of your sympathy, Xenia. He saved your life only after risking it amongst countless other things. In fact, he is the reason you were endangered in the first place. Not to mention he threw me in a cell, tried to kill me. Don’t do this. It will be a grave mistake to spare him.” Demetrius isn’t wrong. Andreas is completely intolerable even now when facing death. But the fact of the matter is he risked his life to save mine. He did it without caring what that would mean for himself. It was a selfless act, and something inside me can’t overlook it. In his own twisted way, Andreas does care for me. He just absolutely sucks at showing it. He’s done horrible

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

Ah, I'm curious what expression Demian's face is now. "Well, what are you looking at?" I immediately lifted my head, looking at Andreas who was already standing next to me. He also stared ahead, or rather at Demian who was getting further away. "You're staring at that musical genius?" Andreas asked. "You know him?" "I think almost everyone knows him. He hangs around quite often on television stations that broadcast music competitions.” "Oh.." I mumbled softly. Duh, looks like I'm the only one who doesn't pay much attention to him. I think he was a person who wasn't very famous in high school and only became famous once he started his music career professionally.

Andreas always visited Dimitri’s hospital for treatments. Dimitri looked at Annalise and knew she needed proper treatment. “Andreas, can I have a word with you?” It took Andreas a minute to snap out of it. And Ayra just stared at Dimitri surprised as to how he knew the name of the suspicious man. When they were in a private space, “Why? Did you forcibly keep her?” He asked but Andreas’s eyes trailed on her and inside he was burning with rage. He was enraged as to who could do this to his angel, yet somehow he managed to keep his calm. So unlike Andreas.

The air went cold, and the frantic chatter of the tailors died out in a heartbeat. Andreas stood in the doorway. He looked terrifying. He wasn't wearing a coat anymore, just a white dress shirt that was almost entirely soaked through with dark, wet blood. It was smeared across his face and neck, and his knuckles were split open. His eyes were blown out, dark and wild, fixed straight on me. "Out," Andreas said. It wasn't a loud shout. It was a low, vibrating command that made the hair on my arms stand up. "But Mr. Lionel, we aren't finished with the—" Remy started, his voice trembling.

he murmured as he walks past me, and opened the door, letting me go through first, before he closes it behind him. He walks to my side as he reaches out for my hand and we walk together, hand in hand. Andrea saw us, and she approached us, looking apprehensive. “Mr. Demakis, I’m sorry about this mor—”. Stavros just waves his hands off to dismiss it. “If a certain Aurelius Pazzini called, let him know I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he ordered coldly. “Yes, sir,” she replied and turned her back on us, and back to her office.

“Would it be A, Chris Holt, your longest director friend?” The manager stood from the bed and exaggeratedly flung her arms in the air as if pointing at a big screen behind her. “Or B, Cooper Lambert, the poor guy who shattered your shoulder.” Ren wriggled her eyebrows at her friend. Andrea giggled in response. “Maybe C, Ren, the mystery guy who stole my name. And is clearly smitten by your charms.” “Or D, Adams who is by far the worst person on the planet,” she said the rest in an uninterested manner. She went back to Andrea’s side to take a seat. “I promised not to trash-talk that asshole ever again, but he’s making it hard not to.”