Arny Gallucio Novels & Stories

I know, neonata, if anyone knows that bastard as much as you do, it’s me… ***************************************** I kept my arm wrapped around Aurora as the two of us walked into the gala. The man was holding a gala to show off his ‘achievements’ and how he started, and where he had reached. The idiot was even holding a seminar for those who wanted to follow his footsteps, failing to mention the fact that he gave up his family, his morals, humanity, and sanity to reach what he did.

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

With how he looked,Dante didn’t qualify for being her parent. What the Dean couldn't figure out was that, why did Dante come all the way here to help Renee? Was it just because Aurora was going to marry Fabiano? "Parent? I asked my secretary to find out about the girl my daughter had bullied and he said she was from a Gallo family…the daughter of one Rico Gallo…this can’t be him.Who are you?"Aryann’s father furrowed his eyebrows fiercely. "I'm Dante Moretti." "What? You're Dante Moretti. How can it be possible? It's rumored that Dante Moretti is... is an... "

I pause, my eyes widening, finally getting a good look at it for the first time. It’s not just a simple mark—it’s intricate and detailed. A fierce black wolf, Elijah’s wolf, etched into my skin like a tattoo. The fur is ink-black, but what catches my breath is the wolf’s eyes—they glow gold, flickering almost like they’re alive, just like the painting. I gasp, stumbling back, touching it with trembling fingers. “No way…” The gold in the wolf’s eyes flickers like embers, sending a shiver down my spine.

Sucking and nibbling on it. His voice is low, coated in desire as he groans under his breath. " Fuc*. I missed this butterfly."

I replied. “Hey! You told her she would have to battle him! Next time be more specific!” Lucy butted in. “Gigi is training to be a warrior. You picked the wrong bitch to fight!” “A what?” Lou asked. “Sorry, we’ve all clearly had a bit too much to drink,” Jasmine cut in before Lucy could say more of what she wasn’t supposed to. It reminded me of the time at the nightclub when she threatened humans with her “beta”, which had a far different connotation to humans than werewolves. I almost snickered out loud thinking about it, but knew that wouldn’t look good at this particular moment and stopped myself. “Is he going to be okay? Can I call anyone for help?”

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I

The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area. "I never thought he has that ability." Galatrina spoke as she tries to evade the attack. Then, another numerous arrows is approaching Galatrina. But this time, it's only focusing on her. "Now let's see how many arrows you can control at once." Leomord smiled while producing numerous arrows within his body. The incoming arrows is too much for Galatrina to take control. Suddenly, Alucard emerges in front of Galatrina. He faced the incoming arrows. He swing his sword and out of thin air, the arrows were torned to pieces.

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

The nameless gladiator looked up with surprise at Gorlann and his girl-companion, though he did not for a moment slow down the pace of his rape. "UH!!! UH! General, look at this dainty treat I found hiding next door. She has a fine pussy. It's a ball-milking paradise." Saying this, the man -- Anaria had already named him 'Scar-Arm' in her head -- continued to pummel the poor serving girl, thrusting so deep until only his swinging testicles showed where his body joined with his victim's.