Astolfo Alter Novels & Stories

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

And she could not believe she was falling for a monster. The space above her tore a void, and from it burst a vigor of light. It barfed a huge figure that docked on the ground with a thud, shaking the trees. It had a white toga and some golden slippers on. He looked around, beholding the commotion. "Alestio was here! I can feel it! But his aura has changed..it is, somewhat sinister." he eventually caught sight of Alicia and walked up to her. "Are you okay young lady?"

“I know Aspen. Let’s keep the rogues back and pray Maliyah is strong enough to face him until Davina can help her. We are unable to help her up there.” Neither of us like being in this position but we don’t have a choice. These rogues seem a little off. I could swear some have different body parts that do not belong and it’s as if though the body is moving, there is no one in their mind. The eyes appear soulless. “These soulless creatures’ blood tastes awful,” gags Nero. “I want to know what in the world Alastor has been up to.”

For all I know he would just be happy to get me off his back. ‘That’s what you think Silia but I know how this guy thinks. He will be so angry when he finds that instead of making you miserable like he had aimed to or to see you begging him to take you back, he will see a changed version of yourself who has risen up from all his insults and is now unbothered by him and in fact come out happier than ever before.’ Alfeo explained and although not everything made sense, to some extent… it did? ‘I am still not sure but what do you get for doing this. I am sure a consigliere like you doesn’t work for free,’ I said trying to understand the motive behind Alfeo’s plan.

“How could someone like you know fear? Even though I sent several assassins, none of them managed to hurt you.” Dante smiled. He downed his champagne casually. His demeanor looked like he was talking to an old friend instead of an enemy. “You look very healthy. Are your subordinate and your grandson wishing you ill?” Alfonso’s expression darkened with anger and embarrassment. He had obviously feigned illness because he wanted Dante to come to his car. Who knew Dante wouldn’t want to put up with an old man like him? “Shut up! Get down to business!” grumbled Don Verga.

If they did, they would know I knew about their inner workings, and they would change their strategies and normal behavior that would make it easier to manipulate everything. “Why do you think Alfonso sent you here? He didn’t think you could take me down because even though he hates me, he recognizes the power I have. He only wanted to knock me down a peg so his family could come and sweep the victory. He would have killed you the second he was done with you. Don’t you know? He is delusional enough to think he can control the Bratva, too.” His smile faltered as he registered what I was saying.

"So either I'm developing a split personality that approves things while I sleep or someone's been forging my signature." "Not forging," Alfonso pulled out a folder and set it on the table between us. "Replicating. There's a difference." "Explain," Lorenzo said. Alfonso opened the folder and spread out several documents. The music was so loud I had to lean in to hear him properly and the movement brought me closer to Lorenzo and I could smell his cologne.

I quirked a brow, nodding for him to explain himself. "What Marco is trying to say is that, um... well, do you think Alora is lying? What if she isn't?" My gaze drifted to Alfonso, who was standing and talking with some of the men in a corner. I observed him for quite a while, as if I could decipher if he was guilty from just looking at him. As if noticing my gaze, he turned towards us, and his usual stoic expression transformed into a smile—a rare sight he only showed to his close friends.

Reaching out, he snatched the keys from the sentinel and sent him away. He advanced back to Isolde’s cell and slowly unlocked it. The metal door rattling. Alfos slowly crept into the cell, his heart quaking as he settled his eyes on Isolde. Her hair curtained her face. He couldn’t see her expression, but the condition of her body left him speechless. Alfos’s resolve melted. He removed his long black jacket and scooted closer to Isolde, draping the jacket around her. She winced, vibrating as Alfos stepped back and stared down at her.