Arlecchino Novels & Stories

Before I could finish, I felt a hand on my arm, tight and firm, yanking me away from Alec. I snapped my gaze up to find Arlo standing in front of me, his face hard and unyielding, glaring at Alec with darkened features. "If you touch her again," He growled, "I'll cut off your fingers." Alec’s eyes widened in disbelief, he stepped back, hands in the air. "Sorry, Sovrano." He muttered under his breath. Arlo shifted his gaze to me, his expression softening as he cupped my face in his arms.

Once I came into view and the spotlight shone on me, almost all the whole crowd that were filled with young ladies, guys and men gasped in total astonishment, not expecting to see me here today. "Isn't that the future Alpha? The one who defeated Lord Ace Rocco three years ago at the age of seventeen?" "He did? I thought he died just like the others" "No one ever defeats Lord Ace Rocco. Who the hell is he?" "You don't know? Then I guess you must be knew to this place. He is Aleric Dolce! The future Alpha of this Pack. He was also nicknamed as the Dare Devil of this place by Lord Ace Rocco himself because he had the guts to go on a daring ride against Lord Ace Rocco and the fact the seventeen

“I… I got help, Matteo. From… from Alaric.” The name hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded with meaning. Matteo’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he processed my words. “Who is Alaric?” He asked warily, and I wondered if he had an inclination of who I was taking about with the way he was staring at me. “Alaric Castillo,” I murmured. “He’s a—” “A mafia don,” He completed for me. “Alaric?” he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief and anger. “The mafia don? Emilia, do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

I wonder how many of them remember what laughter sounds like. Inside, heat slams into me. Pine smoke, polish, too much perfume. It would appear that wealth has a smell. Sweet and rotten at the same time. Alaric waits at the far end of the hall, seated on a dais pretending not to be a throne. He’s younger than I expected, or maybe just well-preserved by vanity. Hair silver-streaked, eyes like frozen smoke. He smiles as we approach, and every instinct in me wants to bare my teeth. I bow instead.

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

he replied and walked towards us, under faint light of lamp torch I was able to see his thin face that was covered with long fuzzy beard and long shoulder length hairs, he was wearing nothing but a simple brown worn of cotton pants, his body was bruised and covered in dripping sweat, his one hand palm was covered in thin white strip that was stained with blood. “who are you?” I questioned him but before he had opportunity to speak Jasmine said “Silver fur Werewolf” I turned to jasmine and followed her gaze that was fixed on his palm that was covered in white strip “Draco, he... he is the werewolf that I followed the other night in forest” Jasmine replied “My name is Alaric, lieutenant Alaric

He tilts his head to the side. "What specimen?" Alarich asks. Arlo throws the phone to over to Alarich. "WHOAH! So that's a wolf dick" Honestly, you'd think a King would have a bit more sense than to send a dick pic. "Arlo, how is Helena any updates" He stands up and rubs the back of his head. "Ummm I forgot, 2 secs" He pulls out his phone and starts typing away. "Aw shit, sent it to the group chat".

Married to him! I straightened my back, still annoyed with my insecurities. Will they ever stop already?? Do all females go through this? My eyes fluttered to Christine, flirting with Raul’s vampire friend. Or brother? I didn’t know. Boy I wonder how that’s going to work out. Alfredo! That’s his name, oh it was going to bug me.