Anthony Mackie Novels & Stories

Let's just say you would not want to get on his bad side. "She can never. There is no way. I am not a fool to come to this point after 20 years of preparation, planning and action only to ruin all my chances for myself," this time dad spoke. What was this about? What did I miss? I noticed they had gone quiet for a moment, which made me lean in more. But I jerked back when the door suddenly swung open and I was met by Anthony's single eye. Yep, only one because the other one was under an eye patch since he lost his blessing in one of the wars with werewolves, is what I have heard. "It's not very nice to eavesdrop, Mia. Did Balthazar forget to teach you that?" I heard his grim voice, making me

Anthony stands up from his position on the couch. He gazes down at me warmly as I reach where he's standing. I shift my gaze from him to his mom who also stands. Her hair, just like Anthony's is brown hair but hers is shiny and wavy as it flows elegantly down her back. She's dressed in white fine knit sweater dress with wedge sandals, making me feel a little overdressed. "Mom, this is Olivia Ha..." He trails off then clears his throat before continuing "well, my wife, Olivia. Olivia, my mother Harriette Mc.guire"

Mike thought inwardly. Anthony came out of the elevator, he raised up his head and saw the three of them. He was puzzled. "What is happening here?." He asked and they turned to him. "Wow Mr Mike you are here, you didn't inform me you were coming here." Anthony said with a smile. "Yes I am here, I came here in order to propose a contract to you as a fellow billionaire but this girl here made me change my mind. I am very sorry to say that I won't be awarding the contract to you." Mike uttered angrily.

He turned to the basketball table and searched briefly until he spotted Maddox and then quickly looked away. “Damn Pearce! You like everyone,” I said staring at him with a grin on my face. “If you had half the confidence I did, you’d have been a player.” Anthony became my favorite color again and didn’t meet either of our gazes. His eyes were set on his sandwich and he tore at a tiny piece of it to keep his hands busy. “Yeah, but just one small problem, they are not gay. Or bi,” Dante stated plainly.

growled Anthony, ignoring Rhone the stranger continued to lash flirty jabs at me, "Do you taste as sweet as you look?", Anthony bang his fists against his desk, "I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE PETER ATKINS!" Even though Anthony's voice stood tall and strong and made me piss my pants a little, it had no effect on the man, he only smirked, blew me a kiss, and left. Who the fuck was that? And why did Anthony get so defensive?

Everything was going perfectly well in her life till the day she came face to face with her greatest enemy whose also her ex from college, Anthony Castillo. Anthony Castillo is the well known Mafia Don of the most dangerous and powerful mafia in Los Angeles called 'The Black Army'. His family and Gabriella's own family are worst enemies and the bad blood between this two powerful mafia families are well known in mafia history. Anthony is not just any normal typical mafia leader. He's bad, ruthless, dangerous, and to top it all off, he's hot and handsome and won't take no for an answer. He will do anything to take out Gabriella for her title despite their own past that they decided to hide fr

Anthony said, extending a handshake. Adam accepted the hand. “Ah, I know you. The Ninth Realm of Woodlands? Best actor. I saw your film.” Anthony grinned, seemingly pleased that Adam recognized him. “Wow, thank you. Yes, that’s me. It’s an honor to meet you here. And this is Myra. My fiancée.” He introduced the beautiful short-haired brunette in a black gown next to him. Myra also offered a polite smile and a nod. So, Anthony must be a close family friend.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

It had turned into a Royal court affair, and we had no seat there. "It seems we are satisfied here," My father said and smiled at me. "Well, you all better prepare yourselves because Mike isn't in such a bad shape and should be ready for questioning at the latest tomorrow," he said, and I widened my eyes. "He isn't unconscious anymore?" I asked, and Anthony walked in with his father. It was hard to think Anthony wasn't a Stepanov yet looked very much like people from that clan because of his mother's genes and the Agk32 administered to her while she was pregnant with them. He shouldn't have had alpha genes, but mysterious things always happen.

I shook my head and his wings closed behind his back. We approached the individual who was throwing knives. He spoke in a language unfamiliar to me, but Anthony understood as he knelt, holding the assailant's head. Anthony's head tilted back, his eyes whitened, and he began translating the assailant's words into English. As Anthony relayed the words, I sensed they were connected to Max. Max was known for staying ahead of others. I attempted to convince Anthony that Max was involved and aware of the events, but Anthony denied it. Maintaining his grip, Anthony uttered a chant, and the assailant collapsed, lifeless. After releasing the body, Anthony inquired about Max's involvement. I had assum