Anton X Peppino Novels & Stories

Lorenzo: The room smelled of aged whiskey and gun oil, the faintest scent of iron still lingering from the last time one of my men had been careless. Annalise sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, swirling the glass in her hand like she was trying to drown her nerves in amber. “She’s broken,” she said finally, voice low. “And Xavier’s breaking with her. You should be pleased. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stand taller now. You need to drown yourself in drinks. Mind you, you don’t even need to keep roaming around her.”

Those night walkers are savages, and they would ruin the balance of this world. As the meeting drew to a close, Alexandro stood, his betas immediately rising with him. "We do not yield," he said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "We are the Blood Moon Pack. We do not bow to fear. We do not retreat. We conquer." A ripple of pride spread through the room. Heads bowed, fists struck over hearts. Serena’s heart thudded heavily in her chest. This was the man she had married. And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him.

Alpha Nicholas "TONY HAS CONFIRMED THAT THE BOYS ARE HERE. I REPEAT THE BOYS ARE IN THE CAMP. STAND BY FOR MY SAY SO TO GO!" I bellow through the mind link that I had opened with Robbie, Shane and Will while waiting to give the go-ahead. It is easier to have a link open with those guys so then they can inform their groups rather than me bellowing out here to everyone and causing us attention that we don’t want or need too soon.

Nero I pace back and forth in my office, the weight of Seraphine’s words pressing down on me like a fucking boulder. My mind’s a mess of anger and frustration, and I know there’s only one person who can help me make sense of all this—Nova. But when I dial Creed’s number, I already have a sinking feeling that things won’t be that easy. The phone rings, each passing second cranking up my tension. Finally, Creed picks up, his voice steady as ever. “Nero.”

Torvar let out a dark chuckle, and replied after looking around amusingly, " She is my slave! Is there any problem?" My father shouted, stumbling on his words in anger, " How..how dare you.." " Not here guys!", a third voice interrupted their conversation. I looked up to see a silver haired man, coming on this way. He looked around forty, and a whiskey was hanging between his fingers. I remembered, Antonio, the leader of a powerful gang in New York. He added, giving them a silent glare, " We are here for business. Don't drag your personal business here!"

, Antonio said "I really think it's high time you dealt with Romero once and for all. He's becoming a problem", Angelo said "I know, I'm just waiting for the right time to eliminate him", Antonio said. "I trust you Tonio", Angelo said. Antonio smiled shortly and Angelo drove off.

Luca asks beating me to it. "He's a fucking Fae"

He seem more anger and beyond pacifying. " Welcome. Boss won't be seeing anyone now, however. You should go back. Words will come out when he is awake " " Awake Marco? Awake from what! Death? " Antonio asked angrily. He rub his temple for sometimes and glare on. " Do you know how much the organization has lost just because we have no boss? " " We have boss Antonio. He is Maximo Santino! " " Well call him out then " Antonio said sarcastically. " Call Maximo Santino out and let him shows his might. He isn't there for the workers who lost their lives a month ago when konstantin Dmitri came to bombed them.

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.