Antonio Despicable Me 2 Novels & Stories

Somehow, no matter how many times I saw him, I still wasn’t used to how unfairly attractive he was. I know he must work out. And with the amount of training he must have gone through and still does since he is to become Alpha. He glanced over at me. “Like what you see Jane?” He teased smiling at me. I couldn’t help but blush as I was clearly caught watching him. Too embarrassed to trust my voice, I simply nodded. And smiled at him. A small laugh came out from him. That boyish smile I love so much formed on his face. With that smile still on his face, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of blue jeans.

Massimo greeted him as they rolled into the meeting room. Massimo and Matteo walked over to them to kiss them—one on each cheek and a peck on Ariana’s right hand. “I’m sure your beautiful wife has everything to do with it,” Matteo said as he stared into Ariana’s eyes with a faint smile. “You look as lovely as always, Ariana. It’s so good to see you again,” Massimo said. Armand raised his brow, “Nice to see you too, cousin. How have you been, Papi? Has Uncle updated you on the recent developments?”

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio didn’t say much after that. He pried away, cleaned the broken glass, wiped the blood from the floor, and left. No explanations or goodbye. Just the sound of the door closing. ----- 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠}

“A debtor had other ways to redeem himself, he seemed to be enjoying it more than I thought…what a lucky bitch he is” Antonio replied as he pulled out the toy from the man's hole then put it back in. The man moaned and wiggled his ass. “See how loose he is , what a bitch,haha”. Angela's eyes were now large enough to burst out of their sockets. Which could have been better for Angela than looking at such a Lewd scene. So this perverted monster is also into men, gracious lord! This is even more humiliating than I think. How can I survive..this?

Leonardo: “Your fucking plan failed” I said, letting out a low growl as I sat on my bed in the bedroom. Anastasia was outside with Elena, and Dante was busy with Aurora while Angelina was with Alessandro, probably banging inside their room. Mom entered the room, and shaking her head in question, I motioned for her to stay quiet as I glared at the wall ahead of me. She sat on the edge of the bed beside me, the two of us have been patient enough under the shadows of Angelina, Giovanni, and Dante. This family has drained us more than we should have been, and now that my body was burning with fire and desire, I wanted nothing more than to break the man’s neck; however, Aurora appearing to be pre

Did she mean that she had killed my father? Before I could ask her anything she replied, “Yes, I was the one who poisoned your father for the second time.” “But, how is that possible? We were all there… we would have seen you entering…” “I use minions to do my dirty work just like my mother, Kevin. No points for guessing who it was…” My eyes widened in horror as I whispered, “Adrian…” “Yes… all I had to do was pull some mate shit and he was willing to do everything I said like a loyal dog!”

I was certain that I was only hallucinating due to my hangover and because I was really tired. The dude can't be real. I closed my eyes, opened them, and rubbed them with my hands but he was still there with an annoying smirk on his face like he was laughing at an inside joke. I decided to speak up, "Err, hi?" "You done eye-fucking me?" He smirked. "I wasn't eye-fucking you. Just felt you looked familiar." "Oh yeah?" He arched a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Mhm, my angel?" I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along.

" said Antonio with a smile. "Of course not, I'd rather spend my entire fortune on a new watch collection than take that ugly woman to bed, have you ever seen her? The only pretty thing she has are her eyes, well, her nose and her little full lips... but her eyebrows, her teeth full of wires, those old fashioned glasses and the way she dresses... definitely not, even if they paid me millions of dollars." Demetrio made an annoyed face and dismissed all that angrily at his friend's derisive laughter.

Someone who moved through the broken space like he belonged there. Tall. Elegant. Middle-aged. Wearing an expensive suit. Face perfectly forgettable—the kind you looked at and immediately forgot. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Average features mathematically designed to be unmemorable. "Antonio," the figure said pleasantly. "You have been difficult to kill. I respect that. But also—deeply annoying." "Omega," Antonio spit the name. "X's cleaner. His eraser. The man who makes inconvenient truths disappear."

The giggle of several children could be heard in the packhouse living room. Angel was sitting in an armchair, stroking his enormous belly. Colby's son, now two, was playing with Seline and Luan, wrestling over the stuffed rabbit. Luan looked at his sister and cousin with a sly smile. He got up, grabbed the rabbit, and ran, followed by the other two little ones, screaming. In the other corner of the room sat Peter on Dominic's lap. Peter had asked Klaus to make him a werewolf, and he was now stretching his pregnant belly farther than necessary for everyone to see.